Only Chance

Only Chance

A Poem by Nothing Personal

When there was still time,
there wasn't time.
There wasn't you,
born right at the middle of Babylon
at the loin of all religions
and probably all races.

You weren't special,
but you could have been my answer.
My answer, my doorway,
The doorway to an unseen world.
And boy, you had left the doorway partially open.

Maybe because you wanted me to
glimpse at the myriad world.
I have told myself several times now
it wasn't made for me.
But why do I have to keep telling myself?
I wasn't made for everything it was all about.
But you still were my infinity divided by zero
and I wanted an answer.

You seem to be my first and last connection
to worlds that will never be seen
yet I will seek them crazily.
I couldn't even dare say that I feel anything for you
But don't I
don't you
Is this world not too divided by prejudices,
single mindedness
when ultimately
all the deep meaning of this entire f*****g universe
is so nihilistic.

I crave for destruction sometimes
even if you are -- a ticking time bomb
I will gladly embrace and accept you
in my arms,
in my life
and wait for the timer to go off.

 - Nothing Personal
   March 2013

© 2013 Nothing Personal

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"But you still were my infinity divided by zero
and I wanted an answer."

This is the best conception of human psychology i have ever read.

Posted 8 Years Ago

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~ beautiful work, my friend... so lucid... so heartfelt... so enlightening...

~ i had this realization some months ago... this one...

"all the deep meaning of this entire f*****g universe
is so nihilistic"

~ and i just chose to take the other side's side... i made it political... because i think it's all actually very political...

~ and that last stanza is especially powerful... it's my anthem... i have embraced right wingness in india... and taken upon myself the impossible chore of making it grow a conscience... keeps me busy... :P

Posted 8 Years Ago

To truly loving someone means we accept the good and the bad... very well crafted poetry.

Posted 8 Years Ago

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