Poetry: Transparency

Why this is so artificial,
I have grown tired of thinking,
Wondering if all pieces fit.

Why insignificance moves so,
In the relationship charade,
Wondering if I am myself.

By your side on trodden pathways,
My shadows never seem to fall,
On those merciless, piercing eyes.


Have a look through transparency.


Pieces to puzzles left unsolved,
Movingly shoved to petty tears,
Over such self-centered desire.


Realizations of fair truth.