To think what is yours,
to sink when its lure is deceptive.
You chase a fix of rush
you try to scrape the dirt under your nails with the peak of a mountain
you wallow in the pit of pity.
All these grant you a surge
a current that propels your body towards its surplus
But just as you stretch
the wretched call of resentment hits you again
Your being is fixed
now tell me how you are different from the street sleepers
who’s teeth are painted obscure
and yours supposedly reflective
You may think that life has betrayed you.
But its chaos,
is at least constant.
It cannot betray you as it does not exist for you
and it owes you nothing.
Yet you take, you cry
You chase, you lie,
These are the peaks and valleys of the Gods
The euphoria of looking into Aphrodite’s eyes
The flame of fear behind Athena
The strikes and judgements of Zeus.
You my fellow human, are fixed.
And that is what connects you.
Obscured teeth by dark choices
White eyes by easy fortune.
We are all fixed,
not to the taste of honey
but by the feeling of running away.
Would you resent life and fall to entitlement if you could fly like a hawk?
Would you sulk if you could breach the ocean surface as a dolphin?
But the tip of the pen falls here;
think, am I betrayed by a snake that bites me?