The Good place

The Golden Cage

My dearly, sweetly, sugary, loathed,
sister.
Could I tell you a secret?
A secret you already have the knowledge about.
A secret, Oh, so sinister.
I hate you.
From the deepest of my corners
And the personal set of horners.
I hate you.
Will hate you till I die
making sure of the sustainability of it.
Going open, about the tranquility of it.
Lying in wait of a new opportunity.
Cursing fate for such in-sanctity.
Visualized you in every manner possible.
The mercury fountain-ed in any manner possible.
But, would you do me a favour my angel’s counterpart?
Would you fulfill my need, I missed at the start?
Could you muster and script your life?
Could you hire me to re-enact your life?

Right now,
I understand, the opportunities I have ahead.
I understand the glories spong-ed through my head.
I understand the need of the hour.
I understand the gulp so sour.
I mean,
I know, I could write a poem
about writing a poem.
Formulating the flow of ink.
Ovulating the words in a wink.
While looking at the moon.
While shoving the boon
of being better and beyond.
of being clever and conned.
Con of being the best.
Con of being the latest.
Con of translucent dreams.
Con of having everything.
But, would you do me a favour my angel’s counterpart?
Would you fulfill my need, I missed at the start?
Could you muster and script your life?
Could you hire me to reenact your life?
Or, could you just gift me your boon of suffice?
Could you just leave me your element of choice?

The choice of a 2B over the usual HB.
The choice of going to the Gobi than a lobby.
Capture the glittery gold, in both the sets of lenses.
Look around with all kind of senses.
Dozing off on a digital pad than a coursebook.
Dozing off to the hatter so mad, than the characters with a spook.
Choice of staring into the sun from yellow to red.
Choice of staring into her eyes of char and lead.
Dancing in the rain or, at least be nostalgic about it.
Dancing to a tune or, at least be ecstatic about it.
But, would you do me a favour my angel’s counterpart?
Would you fulfill my need, I missed at the start?
Could you muster and script your life?
Could you hire me to reenact your life?
You don't wish to change the world, you wish make one.
I can't wish make a world, can't even wish to kill one.
You don't wish to learn anew, you burp with contentment.
I can't wish for content, it's a race for resentment.
You don't wish to jump the hurdle, just duck down and move forward.
I can't afford to duck that thing, they'll knock me hard and downward.
You don't wish to be master, you can have your monsters slain.
I don't want to be a master, I just want to be dumb again.