Trouble

Trouble

Someone said it could end in pain,

someone said there'd be nothing to gain

Why go through all the displeasure and disdain,

let's just... remain

And everything and everyone would still be insane

and you must take it by playing inane

There are no takers for rebels in this game

If you can't fake it, you won't make it

and even if you do, not for long enough for it to remain

Let it in and make peace with the pain

Someone said it would wither in time

lose its shimmer and become ordinary like yesterday

And time would help it pass away

pass the pain, by passing yourself through time

Through time and pain you'll grow to be someone

someone who'd be tanned well

under temperatures of animosity and disdain

and when the shade comes

you'll know your huddle

and that the distance between the two should remain

Someone said you must try, try not to lose what you are

remembering what you will be if you don't

and if you'd like that if you do...

Ah, setbacks we face them everyday

each and every step of the way,

and when you don't, you know you do doubt

the worth of what you're doing

For it to not come troubling anyway...

where are we going on this freeway?

In choices not chances

reigns our biggest treasure

What is this battle of fighting for pleasure?

They say,

for everything we lose something will remain

but what would be lose if all of it 

would forever stay same

and why treasure what will not rot in time

Taking out meanings in this poetry,

one that would rhyme without lost lines

Trouble is it's hard to find

a pit of hope in the abyss of time

With everyone waiting, who's holding the line?

Deep, entrenched in the middle of the fear

is doubt of losing without trying...

Trouble