Dear Yusuf IV

 Dear Yusuf,
It's been years since we've last spoken
I heard you're doing alright without me
I've got some news for you, sir
Our heart is broken
Because we chose to set the birdie free
It's a trifling thing, truly
That is, to love something so much
That you must let it go
Even if it flies back to you
Again and again, you find yourself strong
The world be damned
If you think it is right, that which you do
I've got better news, my dear boy
We might finally be achieving our dream
I'm haunted by nightmares
As I'm sure you too are
Of not being able to achieve
Something goes wrong
Something feels weird
Things don't ever come that easily
I find your wandering thought intriguing
At least it intrigues me
But what is me, but you?
And what is us, but true?
Breath truth inside our pain
The weariness we hold
The excitement, truly, truly hurts
The weight on our shoulders is getting heavier
But I think we can bear
We don't have the luxury
To weep in despair
You and I are one and the same
Just two different sides
I'm the face
You're the mind
I ensure we don't really ever die
You ensure that we make the most out of our lives
A great dynamic, I'd like to think
But it's not even duct tape that's holding us together anymore, no
We're basically held together by the knot of a string
The yearning for growth
Combating the inner child
The wish to become more
Conflicts with the hermit crab within
But I believe that's normal, which makes it alright
Right?
I could be wrong
You could be, too
But we'll never know till we see it through
I'll protect you when the cold hits
Shelter you through the night
I just hope that once our dream comes true
You remain ever satisfied
I've not been good to you for years on end
I'm sorry for that
I wish the heart and mind could have anything they wish
But sadly life has a way of saying no
And we must comply with the vicious winds
Or else our roots will be extracted from below
Dear Yusuf,
Cry if you must
I'll hug you as tight as I can
Dear Yusuf,
In each other we'll always trust
Inner child, outer man
Find me within the wreckage thereafter
I'll survive as I always do
Just don't leave me, or get lost
I know not what to do
Without you

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