Moving Out
This house
i moved in with hopes and plans
the idea seemed so inspiring back then
i thought i knew where i was weak
and what stopped me from being what i wanted to be
but i was shy to tell others who could have helped me
instead i took it on myself
a new start, a new place and a few changes of colors and shades
i had planned and so was arranged
the beginning romance
it was a fresh feeling
full of energy and enjoyment and pictures of a better self almost portrayed
but slowly like the approaching autumn
the greens shed and over took the grays
the seldom sounds around reminded of the spring times
the friends from the past
those who had helped earlier but were kept in dark
about the tainted inner picture
the moments of rejoice bygone recalled me and humbly suggested
"alas, it was not such a grand idea!"
better i was with them
who chastised and expressed disappointment
with when i lost the plot or acted foolish
those who had invested their sincere concerns
but my false ego could not handle any constructive criticism
instead it fooled me
and thus i lied to others
and made the choices
that left me empty, cold and even further away
now as the winters approach and when it rains
it reminds me of the coldness that has sunk into me
and has left no room for any hope
as packed boxes of all old anomalies lays all round
every where on the floor of the heart
and there are few new additions too
in the wardrobe of the mind
all i can do now, i guess
is move out
and hope to be taken back
in the circles of those who had helped
and i am sure will do so again
and help me clear up
the floor, the drawers and the wardrobes
from all that i've been hording for years together
