i call it as i see it (and i ain't wearing glasses)

once upon a time i did believe in the little things
but then i discovered love is nothing but fiction.
it was one of the most important of moments
that taught me life is nothing but what we have been
making it be. we can't ever find the future when
we are always digging in the past looking
for where it is we had failed and went wrong.
so now when i speak it's always careful constructed;
that way i won't be left here holding an
empty hand, trying to debate with sage's of religion
over the bigger picture of we have no meaning.
there never was a better moment than this present
to discover the presence of a soul that was hiding
behind the death obsession my youth had been holding
dearly like a kid and a lollipop. it's nothing,
my dear, i can shake it off now just like clothing.
it no longer lingers around me like a boogeyman.
the truth has come and i learned first hand
that it's just a solo trip, this trip, existence
of ours. the journey ends where it began-
we can only just hope to have found at least once
a lovely bride who even if it's just a blink
on the time line of our being, i think
that that will be enough to keep us not longing
for death. i am not scared of the threatening
promises of an eternal after life but then
the tomorrow's horizon which holds in
it a promise of that this day to i will be alone.