Irony.

Oh, the Irony the come with life.
The chance that put both of us in this room,
For weeks on end,
Ha!

The same chance that led us to each other
On that fateful day,
And that same chance,
That pulled us away.

I don't believe in chance,
Not fate,
But, I do believe in the Great Humor of Life.
That someone likes a little to much Irony.

Could this be someone telling me I must speak with you?
I don't know,
But fortunately,
They're giving me a week to figure it out.

An Ode to You.

You know,
Out of anyone in my life,
No one has done as much for me as you.
It's been a terrific pleasure knowing you, doo.

There is no one whom's wisdom has helped me make a choice,
Like your voice.
My kind,
We don't deserve your time.

But, for some reason you give me it.
No matter how much I ask you,
You give without ceasing.
And, you never expect me to keep leasing.

You never know when or if I'm going to dive off the edge
And I know that scares you sometimes.
Yet, somehow, you don't see me as a liability,
Or the friend who is always needy.

You see me in a different light.
You look at me with different eyes.
I know you'll help me through the end,
That thanks to you, isn't just around the bend.

The man you are looking at
Is not for your eyes.
You have lost that privilege
Long ago.

You look at him with the same disgust that he knows that truly are.
You nothing now,
but a scar.
That man has made a vow.

A vow to leave the people like you behind.
He has become quite tired of being blind.
The anger he feels has one purpose,
It's meticulous.

He no longer misses you;
He's payed his due,
He will no longer live with people of your discourse.
Time is up, no remorse.

Am I blind?

Is there some connection between my blindness and my view of life?
Some might say: yes what that's what is wrong with your view.
Some might say it is the reason I look a life the way I do.
What if my blindness is the cure to your ailments?

From the second I was put on this earth, I inherently saw it different.
Some might construe this as negligence.
Some might even call this arrogance.
But, the reason I know this is wrong,

Is because the one thing I've never confused with anything, is a human.
Whatever shade they may be,
I never miss an action.
I see the both the bad and the good,

And if the bad didn't weigh down the good so much,
I would understand when they said my view was distorted.
I would understand their confusion,
When I tell them this world is a broken circle.

My blindness was my cure.
Just the idea that they think they can see,
Correctly, is what keeps them from the reality.
Their whole existence is a fallacy.

Ticking

I'll tell you about the way the world will end.
It's much simpler and close than you might think.
It's just around the bend.
It might even come before you blink.

Simple change over time graph.
The Y axis shows those who care
And the X shows the years since the last laugh.
The graph looks down at all, similar to your stare.

This change can be calculated,
Extrapolated,
To it's final days.
This wasn't built like a maze.

It was built to be seen simply.
No hidden mirrors or tricks,
Only the truth to how we end so abruptly.
The clock ticks.