RaNdOm RaMbLiNgS

glaring eyes watch my every move
as eager ones meet with mine
a tug of war occurs at the moment
between bold desire and sheer torment

to be or not to be
that may be the question
but neither can leave my soul at ease
or provide a sound solution

jealous eyes pierce my soul
as new ones glow in my direction
intimacy that took time build
nearly vanishes with abrupt intrusion

sadly as all nights must do
this one must surely end
with almost nothing achieved
and a heart harshly broken

why must young hearts be so fickle
why do they make moves so brash
in the end there must be resolve
or all may end up in one big clash

complacencies achieved
with rigorous effort
moments forgotten
out of your own accord

in your mind's womb
traumas have gestated
to prevent their spawning
they're forcefully aborted

blissfully unaware
sumblimely ignorant
darken your knowledge
from flourescent to barely illuminated

imbecilic by choice
everything seems lighter
burdens seemingly unload themselves
but nothing changes in your plight

futility in action
is apparent in your motions
for this is all a nasty ploy
to bury deep emotions