My Red Web

Preface: I just found this poem folded up on my book shelf. I read over it and I was impressed. I'm assuming I wrote it last school year as a sophomore sometime in December or January. Read it fast.

Another sheet of paper, but this one with red ink.
Time is not a factor, time is not a factor,
Hey murder! I'll waste my life away.
Surrender our thoughts for reassurance,
And make haste from the unkempt holes that we lived in, believed were safe.
Believe my name, I have good taste.
I've rolled and wrestled, made mistakes,
Taken blocks to recreate.
But don't criticize the cracks that break,
I've watched lines form, I think it's great.

It's not necessary to facilitate destruction.
It's not worthless to postpone creation.
What happened to wants and the self?
They fade in obsession or extended concern.
Take responsibility, I don't want it.
I won't be blamed, won't play games,
Won't be put in a position that causes change.
I'm not insane, I've got a brain and have been known to use it from time to time.
Time is there and bringing me down.
Since when have dimensions been so sound?
And nailed to the ground, strength we can't surmount.
Get off of me time, you're tearing me down.

I'm so nice though and yet the complaints,
Problems are magnified before utopias are made.
I'm trapped inside of a shrinking cage, an absurd stage,
And they won't break, they'll never change.
I've been told I'm wrong so much that I'm starting to believe it.
But surrender's a coward that takes more than it gives.
What do we get for saying "okay"?
A rain check for resolutions to be found another day.
In times of transition we swap our masks.
We're working for progress, we're not trying to act.
I can help but I really can't do it all,
And the same rule applies when you're in control.
How now, fair spirit, can your lips emit sound?
Can your thoughts fight the fear of being turned down?

What makes me so sick is I'm hiding away.
This wall of interrogation only seems to explain,
That underneath the mirage I'm hung on display,
And it's clear to see that you feel the same.
Affected and swayed still not lead astray.
Aware that a balance must be maintained.
I can't stop now and finish this way.
I may be resistant but I can still change.
I won't lay down and sleep through the storm,
Won't force an extraction, renounce being born.
I'm not alone, extended arms invite you in.
Together in a perfect place, I'm better than I've been.
You take from me a tension, allow me to unwind.
And shine light on a future, the détente of time.