The Catastrophist

I did not make or break you
I simply took my cue from you
Each cue you’d meant for me to take
So that no stride should ever break
Or ever falter in conviction
Ending up on a collision

Course with Fate, our friend and foe
Whose judgment caused your every woe
Or so you said time and again
Making sure I knew that when
I had agreed to hold your hand
I was supposed to understand

That I’d stand in the line of fire
All because your need was dire
Was it a need to be alive?
Or did you not want to deprive
Yourself of the chance to chain
A soul that had nothing to gain?

This soul still grudgingly engaged
In acts that left it quite enraged
After it realized you lack
A human soul you can give back
And so you cannot blame me, dear
For running quickly out of here

You cannot blame me, now or ever
As these ties I loosen, sever
No, you can and will not fault me
For simply wanting to break free
From the confines of the space
Where you had put me in my place

And yet, sometimes I find that I
Still want to keep living the lie
Turn my back on my own strength
So that I can prolong the length
Of time that I can spend with you
To do the things we failed to do

Sometimes, I wish we still can soar
To heaven, then go to the core
Of this great earth, my palm in yours
Your other hand opening doors
To lands that we find but in dreams
And that at night, look real, it seems

But it is daylight now, I fear
I have to run fast out of here
I have to make old Fate my friend
To keep my soul until the end
For God forbid that I become
Like you, whose soul had to succumb

To the nothingness of your own life
Doesn’t that cut you like a knife?
I yearn to stay, but still I go
Although now I believe you know
That, dear, I didn’t make or break you
I simply took my cue from you


- April 04, 2008 11:38PM