Remould

Brief tilts will not collapse the mould

unless constant and committed

but the final push is all it takes

for a change to be acquitted.

You have no grounds to make a stand

if you lean on unstable walls,

a balance must be maintained

to overcome fear of the fall.

So take the first and hardest step

on the path to being something new,

not to create another persona

but to become the best of you.

Shadow Chase

I watched my shadow stroll across the street

and had to practically beg him to wait for me.

When the morning sun hit its piercing peak,

he waved goodbye and cried "I'm free!"

He gave a leap and clicked his heels

just to emphasize his state of glee

and as I tried to keep up with him

he wandered somewhere I could not see.

I let his pull guide my every step

but he was just as eager to flee,

we reached the coast, he took a dive

and now my shadow is lost at sea.

Put Down

No care for caution

in a casual kind of way,

I strolled into your claws

and had no intentions to stay.

Did I scratch the surface

on your list of demands

or was you waiting to be put down

by my able, willing hands?

I have tried to be fair;

as fair as your features seem,

but the relativity is too delicate

for me to be your childhood dream.

Out of Touch

Depth is defined by the shallow,

for those who drown too much

in the pit of their perceptions

and those who have lost touch.

Out of Reach

When four becomes zero,

when the branches have dissolved,

the leaves have all fallen

and the seasons have evolved

there lingers a whisper,

a faint trace of the past,

a slight hope to hold on to

so we can make moments last

but the butterfly is thinning

and its far from my skin.

You're losing your wings,

I'm losing my grin.

Smiles Behind Dustmasks

A forgotten world, so gritty and grim

yet full of the ethics which made us proud.

Thick powders of dust in which you could swim

packed full of the hope which time's not allowed.

I wish to go back to this greyer grass

which I've heard so many stories about

but I'm seeing parallels with out past

and I find the vibes are in their second bout.

Bridged between defamation and delight,

we're in the slog away from recession;

determined to put all our mistakes right

we're in a world of euphoric progression.

And so a bit of squalor makes me smile

knowing the future scenes it could compile.

Fleeting

Guilty grins from across the carriage,

you and I both know

what your boyfriend doesn't

and I'm not one to act upon a simple smile

but I'm curious as to where you'd like to go.

One thing we have got is time;

this could be your stop

or we might get off together,

but all you need is to dare to defy the ticking

with a swift line and location to drop.

So hit me up if you want to hit it off,

and I can tell by your eyes

that you want me more than him;

let's take advantage of a fleeting moment

and see exactly what time buys.