A Month To Remember

Not so much a moment to remember for me
Because I never forget
But let's exhibit our worlds
A mingling of words, a misuse of circumstances
It's where our paths met
And where we stand at
But frequently pass it
It's a misguided ploy to accomplish painstaking joy
But no one wants joy that way
What's the point of joy without pain?
Would you even know it without pain?
No
But want it so badly, say you need it
Would you give anything for it, some have, will, won't
But still taking care of hearts that melt like chocolate in pockets and hands
Will it matter in the long run?
Will it make a difference?
No, probably not
For small moments we stand for something because it hot, it popular, but not because we really feel it
We stand for gimmicks and characters not truth
We stand for all world and expect the world to treat us fairly
Well the world isn't fair
The world isn't nice
It's the world and it is a character itself, an entity that is ruled by higher forces than what we can ever imagine
But we think we have the power, we have the truth
And we don't
We don't humble ourselves enough to be honest
We don't seek learning like a baby does, trying things over and and over, becoming frustrated seeking love from our mothers and fathers, reassurance and then trying what we failed over again. . . .to fail. . . again
What's the difference between that baby we were and the adult we are today?
Not much, we just have more constructive ways to propel our emotions, better ways of expression of ourselves than babbles and cries, whines and tantrums
Not much is different as we grow up, the rollercoaster we are birthed onto is never at a straight and narrow path for long and we either have an up hill glide or an down hill fall but one thing is for sure
it will be a month to remember