At the slightest little mishap she resorts to anger; And as I look around to see what might warrant such reactions; I see nothing, nor do I see any life changing threats at hand. So I step back to try and contain those impulsive angers of my own A creature with wings bearing the dark colors of unholy misgivings That in effect over shadows my greatest desires; Voices within me scream resentments of having ever met her. This relationship has little chance in the face of such vile contempt. Old friends remind me of how once I was everything to her; And it rings a bell of familiarity, but was that really me? And of those who hold my existence in so little regard; I guess people like me should just learn to let go. So I sit here a victim but ever vigilant of life’s one way streets Watching continually for those that go nowhere and end up dead; But the beast is close and it wears a tight sweater with a short skirt And I ought to run but to where and what good would that do? When I was a searcher choosing my own paths; Life seemed to fit, but I changed and I became a collector; Tomorrows took president over today; And now I have become a provider; but there are neither matches nor fits. This love is over and contention now plays make believe; And of course if there are no roads left to travel All there would be to do is reflect on old images; And of these images reviewed; could it be that too much was missing? And I lived my life for the sake of love; But the contempt was like a zoo; And slowly as love’s light seeps out; Life’s balance is askew.