One thing I’ve never done is written anything for obvious reasons. Everything I write has a much deeper meaning, and few people are privy to the real interpretation. And in a way, that is so much more satisfying to me because there are things I don’t want to have to explain to the world. My true self is hidden somewhere within the words that scatter across every page I write. All those cryptic words… most reminiscent of days long ago when the seasons couldn’t change fast enough; when life took me by surprise every goddamn day, messing with my heart and soul. Seems like a lifetime ago, and yet it really wasn’t, or was it? Those who think they know me, are only fooling themselves. Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to judge a book by its cover? ~M
judgement
Petulance

Sometimes I just want to wrap myself tightly
In faded old memories and beautiful regrets
Oh to be able to forget the present time
And just relive the days of juvenile delinquency
To be young and free with no more responsibility
But the world is unrelenting in its high and mighty ways
Creating senseless rules that have no rhyme or reason
And we become sucked into the pit of persuasion
Which forces us to admit beyond our better judgement
That we must be good, righteous, and truth bearing beings
And all it does is grow us up into boring, blundering, baboons
Many of whom have hardly any imagination left at all
© 2018 Michelle Cook