Mind Games
Is it my own imagination that leads me to self-destruction? Distrust for the fellow man while playing into the wrong hands; throwing down a full house like a game of poker in hopes of walking away with thousands, but I was already a winner. This hand has me faded out, myself I have played out. Walking away feeling foolish and dazed now. Thinking I knew the game of life, how to trust with no regrets, and who has my best interest for the course that is set. I guess the lesson will be learned; until then payment of life will be earned. Do I look behind my back for the double edge sword? I'm feeling real paranoid now, I'm at war. I sit and visualize what love is. Thinking that I'm wanted; maybe this is how love feels. Affection in the heat of the moment, undercover rejection. Flee at the thought of being more than a friend. Isn't it called love when I want something so badly, but in the end to have enough strength to make amends? Brutally being robbed, I sound insane, because it was me who gave in. What did I do? Who will I choose? Hurt the one I love? Or is it love when I only want ecstasy with the glove? Confused, so I run away from future, I’m not settling down, I refuse.
Playing tricks with my mind, my soul and body I have used.
© Tawanda Blake
