The Catalyst

Wrap it nicely and pass it over to me

It looks inflammable but just hold it with skill

I live for that period when it kisses me

Everybody says it has the potential to kill

But the desire it stirs inside me,

All my vacuum it is designed to fill

Did you ever see it while it blossomed??

So graceful with so much intriguing potential

But now it is wrapped up ready to be consumed

Just conducive for that moment... that’s the new potential

Useful and inspiring but useless and demeaning

This is not art this is a strategic lie

Craving to be relevant and surfacing as foolishly revealing

Loading unwarranted accolades and seeking to fly

For every hater is a misdirected groupie

Sweeping the streets they used to own

So we pass them like a roll of blunt

Using them but never keeping them while their existence is burnt

For we fear the infamous records of their famous dent

Wishing the lesson was earlier learnt

 It’s the depressing story of an unfulfilled dream

Heart-breaking like a child dropping his ice cream

Worse than missing a village bus, you cant even scream

So gather your instincts like a rugby team

Before life passes you around like a bag of weeds.

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