This perpetual circle of life
Stalks me like a predator
Provokes me daily
Fills me with piss and vinegar
And the bile of broken promises
Where is my protagonist, my advocate?
I’m lodged in pessimism
Parked on a bridge
Wondering why I prolong this agony
Perhaps it is my negative perception
Probably!
Possibly…
Positively not.
Still, I pull back from the edge
Decide to wait on fate’s peripeteia
Perhaps, rhings will eventually perk up
If I determine to push forward
Positively!
Possibly…
Probably not.
