I wish I wasn't you

Today I wish you fought

I wish you didn’t just respect my feelings

I wish you looked me in my face and said what you were thinking

I wish you didn’t succumb

Today I wish you believed

I wish you understood yourself more than you did me

I wish you held me by the arm and shook me up

I wish you told me I was an idiot

Today I wish you didn’t let me go

I wish I didn’t have to realize what it’s like to be in your shoes

I wish I didn’t fuck it up

I wish it wasn’t the second time

Today I wish I wasn’t you

I wish I wasn’t you

I wish I wasn’t you

I wish I just wasn’t you!

Morbid, I am

Might just be the only writer who has nothing to write.
Mental block is not a term that’s applicable here because I know it’s not that.
I seem to be running out of ideas to think about;
So obviously writing will be left far behind.
Can’t really blame myself, well that’s just not who I am.
What do I pass on the buck to?
Who do I hold responsible?
Lack of creativity steams from within, it is state of mind.
Novelty is the key to productivity;
This might just be a lesser known fact.
Seem to have nothing that stimulates me,
That’s just how bored I am. Jumped from place to place,
Made leaps in retrospect.
But even that fell short of amusing me.
Should I perceive this as a cry of help?
Why do things not stay exciting?
Why does everything become routine?
And the moment you get comfortable, your blanket snatched away?
Well that should be enough to get my creative juices running…
But the fact staring me in my face is, I’m just left dry.

Guilt-Free Happiness?

There are absolutely no free lunches
No guilt-free bargains
No complimentary drinks
No real good deals

There is however a tussle against your ego
A fight against your will
A burden on your chest
A yoke getting you nowhere

There’s a price you pay for your happiness
A penalty absolutely unjust
A little something that just wants to get you down
And it’s little ‘coz it sees not your worth!

My Happiness vs Yours

Why would you choose anything else;
When you can have happiness instead.
What’s the point of being just a version of happy;
That which is a flawed adaptation of a mere idea.
My opinion is not like yours.
So no one’s really correct and no one’s wrong.
But here’s what seems tricky to me,
Something we wear blinders to.
With perceptions so diverse,
Can happiness be found by all?
And why should you judge me,
If I like my approach more?