My Secret

Distant faces from distant places,
Fate has brought us together again,
Sometimes questions are better off unanswered,
Especially when the truth is finally revealed

The words I desire to array,
Seem to forever remain in juxtaposition,
The contradictions between my heart and head,
These dual natures nullifying my prescription,
My brain screams to act based upon reason,
When my heart says to do what I feel is right,
Fear of failure obstructs my field of vision

There is much I want to convey,
That a part of me is missing,
That I’m scared of what the future may hold,
I never really do believe what I am told,
I fight against every decision,
Wondering if it’s on a path of precision,
So my thoughts are buried

My call to action,
Isolated within another faction,
What I say,
I do not mean,
What I mean,
I do not say,
For it would not be fair,
Because I no longer reside,
Mountains surround you,
While I am perched directly near the sea,
Follow me and hear the truth of what I say,
Read between the lines and look for the signs,
Does this resemble anything?
If it weren’t for you,
I’d be long lost within a deep, dark chasm

Fact portrayed through silly sarcasm,
You never get to hear my side,
I never tell you that in you alone I confide,
That only you know my whole life,
Yet you accept everything about me I resent,
Through my obtuseness,
I reveal a glaring solution,
That I hope to one day call you mine,
These words are never spoken,
Because the pain distance brings,
Almost became the death of me

So here is the life I lead,
A front for my ambiguity,
How do you create a sense of perfection?
In the only medium free from partition,
The line between truth and fiction,
That not a day passes by,
Without silhouettes of you,
Penetrating my mind

Right beneath my nose,
Eyes as beautiful as a rose,
Completely within plain sight,
With every reunion,
Passion coupled by confusion,
Time has always been,
My greatest enemy,
But forgive my admonition,
My problem a cause of condition

How can one describe what they hold inside,
If they never understood the plight,
How do you prove a particular state of existence,
One that cannot professed except by sensation

Plato wrote of universals,
One word spoke for all,
For what I imply,
It’s love.