Mirror mirror on the wall
Tell me it’s time for the ball
Or is it the mall?
Well, maybe I’m having a ball
Or maybe it’s just a mental…
Weary in this enslavement
Thought it’s was an oversight
But what has it made me?
A sailor maybe
Or a wager?
Well, I don’t even know
Because I have refused to let know
This dilemma…
“Follow your heart”, so they say
“No! Listen to your mind”, goes another
Who is right?
Whom should I believe?
My heart?
Oh no. I don’t want to be a slave to my emotions
My mind?
I will be a puppet to my ambitions
So what now?
Is anything ever right?
So many questions that I can’t answer…
It is weird until now, I know
Just until you realize that
You’ve been on a carrousel for 15 minutes
Or that
Avalanche is catching up with you and
You’re still smiling at it
Or that It never ends…does it?
Well,
This will continue to the end of forever
There’s never gonna be an end to this
Because I have no endeavor
Or rather
I don’t know if I have one
But maybe you do
Maybe you know what I want,
What I need
Maybe you are what I have been looking for
My Messiah, my Shanghai…
Weird!
Still sounds in this epoch
But I give up now
I will never come to an end of this forever
Because it has no expiration
Yet I wasn’t aware of its inception
I guess I have no choice
But to slump and be SHANGHAIED
I wrote this poem about 4 years ago. I was in that stage of life where you get confused over listening to people’s ideas of how your life should be and wanting to make your own choices and not knowing where it will all end. I have different view now; I don’t need to be shanghaied by anything or anyone whatsoever. I live life by my own terms. I guess this is what is called growth aye!
