Stealing

 It was a promise of getting ahead. It was a whisper that you could put some things to rest. It was a dream that you could be just like the others. It was a lie upon which you acted.

So I rose so determined before the dawn touched the sky. I was going to make it matter I was going to take it high. There was no reason to think that I could fall short. But then again you know better.

You were walking along so much the wiser or so you said. You were not going to fall victim to all those yesterday’s and all those losses. Then came something shiny and I caught your eye. This could make things better so you had to try. 

That old familiar feeling when trying to do something simple and the gravity becomes three times stronger and the wind is head long in your face. You know better than to keep going, but you still do, don’t you?

Where is your sense of learning? Where is your common sense? You have burned days and days and days upon a fire that never gave you anything except sadness.

So the fool falls again into the loss, into the valley, freefall. You did the thing you said you wouldn’t do. What would it be like? Had you done the opposite?

Is this your cycle? Is this your future? Is this all you know? Will you never learn? Sadly, I watch you run the course of the causality loop that is your reality.

Which way are you going? Don’t you ever learn? What are you doing? Can’t you see that every time you try to undo a mistake, another day is stolen from you. You said you would not allow that to happen anymore. But here you are. What are you doing?

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?