Oh tumult of days as I stand here waiting.

Always bent on avoiding,

It is easier that way.

Oh silence of days as I stand here saying.

Denying, because I don't want

To take such a risk.

Oh violence of days as I stand here raving.

Why can't I get the courage,

To truly say what I mean.

Oh coward of days as I stand here shaking.

How is it possible to detach myself,

When I cannot even muster a smidge of the truth.

There they goes, another day passes.

An Ode to An Idiot

An Idiot Devoid of Truth.