Way of Chance


The hidden fermatas swelling under confiscated breaths
Heaving secret signs of serendipity soon
Shall all lie naked in their surrogate tongues,
When they sing through my gibberish and my muse jejune

And Nonchalance, How I envy thee!
And the Paris-green ennui of they unheeding retinue
And how those teenagerks and wannabe managerms
Wish they had the courage to be a little more like you

So they've enrolled in what I might call
"The benevolent indecision of an indifferent romance"
But I know its only just a crash-ing course
In the chorus of chaos and the chiding way of chance.

1 comments:

Jade said...

You have a big vocabulary, :) and I like this part:

"teenagerks and wannabe managerms," lol.

I think I know what this one is about... is it about shallow people (specifically teenagers) who think they're really cool?

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