Passive
It is what it is, can’t do anything about it… Stare at the ceiling, smothered in silence and darkness… Last conversation pops into my mind along with my tamed reaction… Chained to my past while being cuffed to my infatuations… Losing the battle to minimize my internal frustrations… What has me so agitated, relentlessly seeking favorable relations… Desires and temptations; enhancing every trivial sensation… Eyes no longer looking forward, but oscillating every other direction… Movements stopped, held down by my own projection… It is what it is, can’t do anything about it… Stare at the wall, enchanted by birds and daylight… Last conversation remains in my head when I snapped out of spite… Released from my shackles of passiveness to argue that I’m right… Losing the battle to stay silent; nah, I’m good on another fight… What has me so calm, relentlessly staying quite the whole night… Respect and understanding; neglecting my very plight… Eyes looking forw