The Lie.
You indulge yourself in the same mundane thought daily,
Repetitive to the point of actuality,
You almost believe the words coming from your lips,
That if you can have a family one day,
The world will be complete,
You will be safe and cozy,
From the horrors of the world,
That you will build the security and shelter that you crave,
But that’s the monster with in you,
You can never have that,
Can you?
You are made for a mess of a life,
A giant adventure,
You could never be satisfied with the ordinary,
And it could never be satisfied with you.
-Jess Elyssa Rose