.self.

‘an open book’, I’m not sure

But you say so!

Our tears can fill an ocean

And humour conceals our pain

Leo’s would know.

But why put up the pretence?

We fool all: yes.

But alas, to hurt ourselves

And we search for love

In all the wrong places

And ours is strong,

Fierce, but strong.

Yet, we pretend,

Love should announce itself,

For we stumble on our pride and ego.

Love nor friendship served on a platter

Yet thought of as

‘the silver – spooned’ ones’.

We want to break the ice.

But few can truly penetrate our shell.

Tomorrow we will awake

And flow through our normal routine:

We set out to do good

While the tables turn on us.

Where is karma?, I ask.

Don’t get me wrong

We still believe in sunshine

And that good will come our way

And we await that day

Quiet patience – loud silences.

Kings of our concrete jungle

Born to lead.

In the limelight, we shine bright

Blessed with talents we have to win.

We say it as we see it,

Impulsive we may be.

Sensitivity gets the most of us

Hence we wish to change the world

With our ‘Fool’s Paradise’ plans.

We will not change for you

For we believe in a little consistency

We seek warmth and truth

And believe in what’s right.

We want to change our destiny.

Don’t get us wrong,

Fall not for our facades!

Tough and lean on the exterior

And shrewd our minds,

Yet our tears can an ocean fill.