One day Compromise met me and asked me "Who do you think I am"? I did not know the answer until I met Convince. Convince told me, " You build a thought. You believe in it. You build me. You change your thought.A situation makes you do it and I become Compromise after you allow me to do so". Today I compromise on convincing myself..
Today I’m held in between a Yesterday and tomorrow.
Not knowing where my now is.
A sonnet of thoughts flutter in my distant memory,
Of better times, of then, of a now.
Of a time when I could scream louder than I thought I could.
A time, when the lack of wings never stopped a journey to a haven.
Today I’m held in between a truth and the reality.
A bygone time had shown a life which I knew as the truth.
It ceases to exist now, as I wonder why.
Maybe I failed to read the vision of the growing time,
Maybe time grew on me before I could read.
But my sight today is dazed, which is a reality.
Today I’m held in between music and sound.
A chapter of notes that once rhymed with my thoughts,
Seem to have formed crooked lines on paper.
A paper that has found a place in the book of my life,
Against my will and belief.
A new sound I search for, one that will rhyme with today.
Today I’m held in between a present and a gift.
The present is my today, which is empty.
A hope and a dream are the gifts of my birth.
I wish to embrace the present as much as I need my today.
But my true gift will be a need, a need that will define.
Define an existence that has been caught by some others.
But I promise to never let it be hunted.
As I look beyond now,
Staying in my today,
And dreaming the dream,
That taught me to live,
That showed me my now.
And realize the gift of the ‘is’,
And not the ‘will be’.
