State of Flux by Matthew Cilia
You set out to reach for the stars,
But you landed amongst the dust
A barren landscape one wouldn’t lust
Yet here you are stranded in the mud.
Those days you thought
You’d have seen naught
Love skin deep
Heart of strings leap
Mind numb and asleep
Who’d have foretold you’d be here?
This chaos unfolded all so mere,
Like the ineffable stature you are
Close or far, you’re just too dark
Under the shadow of your boastfulness
Where deep down, you’re all a mess.
What if away you went to count the stars
To find the core to strengthen your soul
Far away where mountains lay
For then you’d say
Who am I, or was I,
But who’ll be I that comes about
From that cocoon of mountainous doubt
To the wings abundantly experienced?
Smile sweet summer soul so someone’ll see
Those bright colourful lights you had
Now dampened, rusted, damaged, dutiful stature
That is who you are meant to be
Not hidden behind the window to see
The world from a different way
But how no one would ever say
That life’s beautiful for it is different
Hard for it is insignificant
Queer for it is real
True when you are false
And all the pieces come to fall
In the very center we carved our principles,
These philosophies and doctrines and maxims
That we strive to follow but fail miserably.
How funny this all is;
A cluster of hypocrites and judgements
Camouflaging chameleons changing colours.