You could have done it

You could have won it

If only you’d not shunned it

It’s called fear

You knew you didn’t need to fit in

But you knew you wanted the fun

So you choose to gave them the right to lien

And sold it for shackles of gold chains

It’s called, Freedom

Sometimes you killed it

Sometimes you willed it

But you felt it breathe

It had a life of its own

Until you chose to mow it

And had it completely disowned

It’s called, Hope

Heaven knows you even tried

Felt it exist deep inside

You fought so hard that you almost cried

But gave it up because you knew they all lied

It’s called kindness

Knew it all along, it was the thing

That caused some undue, unwanted suffering

But you had to try

It’s the thing, to do – they all had cried

It’s called Approval

You knew you always had it

You knew you could have cashed on it

But you chose to lash at it

It’s called integrity

Knew it was such a crying shame

And such a boring game

But for all the times they made you feel lame

You let yourself indulge

It’s called the losing game of blames

You knew it saw it

But you tried to buy it

And then you had it defy it

It’s called, the truth

For all the times they collectively screamed

And threw rocks at you stained glass castle of dreams

You sweated out in profusion

Grew nervous at their allusions

You went out and joined hands with the wreckers

It’s called, disillusionment

You never needed it

But you still seeded it

Tried to feed on it

It’s called Conditioning

You could have stolen it back

When they stole yours away

You could have tried to fake it

But you chose to let them take it

It’s called, confidence

You thrash around inside when you do it

But can’t help but over-do it

A little more

And then just a little bit more

You’re almost its whore

It’s called, Pretence

For all the times you cried

And they bought you for a price

Made you their unwilling device

To wreck their blows

You let it go

It’s called, a Conscience

But you dwelt in it and made you plans

Fed on it and it let it quench your qualms

It burns, you burnt

And you saw the smoke

And waited for them to provoke

More

It’s called Anger

You felt the invoking

How hard was it to control it?

You felt it coming

How easy was it ignore it?

It’s called, forgiveness

You felt it stirring

You saw it occurring

You saw it could change you

You knew it will shame you

You knew it was worth

You knew it was, just as such

You knew you wanted it, just as much

You knew you could it keep it

Never refuse it

But didn’t know if you could return it

In full measure

You just wanted to steal a part of the treasure

And keep it but never share it

It’s called Love

You see them and you feel – callous

Just shrug your shoulders and say – bollocks

You can watch them lie

You can watch them die

You can’t remember the last time you cried

It’s called, Comfortably Numb

Deep in the night you see it

Almost shining, it breathes

Give it all its takes

It also goes by the name of Faith

But then you wonder

If they’ll tear you asunder

You fear to show

Hide it so they wouldn’t know

That you haven’t been programmed – yet

Let it fall out of your hands

Spill it on the ground

Watch it lie there, shorn out of its home

Inside you it lived, Outside its gone

It’s called, Humanness.