Only

Only

The slide around the cracks is powered by life’s smacks

No emotion inflow so the way you feel is those tracks

Unknowns to be solved if only they were rationally bound

But mathematics isn’t the language of the emotion moribund

Sit and think or probably yearn if only the world wasn’t dead

But you exist in the cracks and too often feel hanging by a thread

To reach out but to where for no one’s there

Desperation is an emotion of perpetual motion and you’re getting nowhere

If only you were one of them to whom the way is smooth and leaven

Their lives are a succession of steps into privilege heaven

Love is a word that raises your contempt

For you’ve been there, done that and discovered the mercenary intent

If only you could forsake the skepticism or cynicism

For the hits and misses are scars from fate’s mission

So you dwell on that and may be resigned to fate’s fact

But refusal to be fate’s sacrificial is your strength and light to break thru’ happiness’ gate