Monday, November 9, 2009

Cryptic Vibes ...

I'd look at it all the while but manage to still keep it at bay;
What's beyond that glass is the unknown kind, which is not here to stay.
But this day it calls, urges to come look at the inscribes;
The more I ignore the stronger they become, the cryptic vibes.

I shut the door and plug the peephole, what I do is I block the light;
Not that I really enjoy the dark, though scarier is an unwanted sight.
But this day I am gullible, so much that I give into the bribes;
The more I ignore the stronger they become, the cryptic vibes.

I've been out there before, I accede it was euphoric while it lasted;
Got scathed so bad on losing, still remember how the bile tasted.
But this day I summon courage to stand, not knowing who or what prescribes;
The more I ignore the stronger they become, the cryptic vibes.

Hope is a tricky thing; it’s like a mirage, mostly wishful thinking;
Draggle behind it while you doltishly watch a sane man flinching.
But this day I dream, dream of an oasis, oblivious of my own gibes;
They have dragged me where I shouldn’t go, these cryptic; cryptic vibes.