Pensieve: Part XIIIIIIII
They say, do this.
Do that.
Don't budge.
They ask me to stay here.
Move on from a crisis,
and listen up!
Well, I guess I'm tired of all the noises.
The choices.
The thinking.
It is, however, the contrary to what I seek.
To what I live by.
And, there can be nothing I'd rather follow.
Rules were set.
Yes.
Rules were meant to be followed.
They weren't meant to be bent, nor broken.
But -
sticking to them is, and never was
my speciality.
Being carefree.
Being reckless at the most.
Being unpredictable.
Has its own beauty in a way
easily misunderstood,
but surprisingly satisfying.
'Follow your heart'
- a famous saying, indeed.
Yet none I know,
none I see
seem to seek what the heart wants most.
I used to walk the path of rules.
I used to dwell upon them, once.
But when I had my share
of what you get for following rules,
I decided to back away.
Now, walking the path of my own
made of pretty, bent rules,
I see with clarity,
what my life actually is.
And what it can be.
Something worthier.
Rules?
Make them.
Bend them.
Bend them, hard enough to be broken.
And who breaks it?
The one who makes it, of course.
~ —
JE LEEST
Pensieve
Poetry'Pensieve' : A place to store your thoughts, when the World gives you too many reasons to think about. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Poetry with a touch of pain, although at times, joy & love at its most!
