The Wrong Fire.

A destiny kept for you,
A revelation in the end,
The light path for who really deserves.
No need to worry about,
No need to die for it,
No need at all,
But you always do,
You always know how to overcharge your heart and mind,
At the point of no return.
Within, you are so aware of it,
As you are aware of my caress for you,
But you prefer to be by the side of ignorance,
After all it is your best friend as it looks.
And there is no use in argumentation,
With you, everything is as it seems,
As it looks to the eyes of the stranger.
You never make a mystery,
You never change,
And you still think you are right, totally right,
Even thought it is all a lie.

Sometimes and every time,
You have to let go, let be, let show.
Because that is how life is made.
I understand, he understands, she, not so much.
But you insist to ignore
And to show to the world the mask you hide behind,
The theater of drama you live on.
And I do not understand, not he, not she.
But you go on.
What can I do?
More than I already did, I cannot anymore.
I am drowned in tire,
I am on the wrong fire,
There is nothing here I desire.
That is why most times I wish to only disappear.
But I let go, again and again and again, after all
You never know, until life surprises you.