Discernment‘s Choice
Today, you’re with me
Next, you’re with her
How can I be so sure
The feeling that I adore
Wouldn’t concede to you
I adhere.
To every presumption,
To every assumption.
But nevertheless,
Would I be restless
From becoming incredible
Every time.
The look on your face changes
Every time
You
Cringe
Every time
You look away
I don’t know if this should still
Proceed.
Cause everything I think i knew
Became deceived.
Became incomplete
But
One thing. I know
You already chose.
Maybe I have known,
Maybe I have moaned
Or maybe I am just torn.
Yes. I guess I’m torn.
Torn to reality
I had and have always
Been torn.
I was tormented.
Tormented by being unclear
Tormented by being unsure
It’s been so long
I am tired.
Uncertainty is loved,
To my utterances
And so I speak,
I am done.
Done being fooled.
I am done
Done being fooled.
I am done
With stupidity.
- Darwin Bryan