Trite and True

Relinquishing control
To the forces at work
However static
Lost within the smirk

Beading on your lips
Asking to come as a laugh
Begging, pleading
On no one else’s behalf

Only your own
Caught in a glance
Searching for nothing
But the last chance

To fall down face first
In gravel and grime
Screaming to the mud
Turn back time

Erase the mistakes
And worry lines
Forget the countless excuses
And break the confines

Of expectations
Crack the norm
Press the guard
And take new form

Unbound by bitterness
Untarnished by deception
Uncut from slander
Untainted by selection

Just pure and naked
Trite and true
Everything
They stole from you.