Wanton the kitten, Sober the cat.

It could.
Have been better in all ways.
It could have been
fuller, final and ferocious.

Not so much try, not so much dry.

How do you
Fit the expectations raining on
Good wishes pouring in that you don't need
Or do, only because they help a part of you..

But not you.
Couldn't have been a farther you.

May there be no conversations.
May there be schizophrenia.
May youth be an illusion we once lived.
May life take a course that you'd never pay for.

Double life.
Advisable, suggested and exemplified.

Being sold for cheap.
Being bold for neat.

Lead two lives.
Because they want you that way.
Morality maybe questionable, but it's frying in the fray.

The good heart, the good word, the good man wins.
He gets one less beer, and drives the party home.

Alternate ending

Blessed are those who fall in love
Blessed are those who find their love
Blessed are more when love finds them
Cursed if so one's already taken.

Maybe a beautiful day when the Sun rises
or it's raining and one's all stocked up
Snowing and the boots, Spring up the roots,
Smiling in the corner from corner to corner.

Champion is the one who restrained their vibe
and showered only when they're allowed to thrive
Cocooned in the self-contained glory of shyness
Wins she who's shun all education thereof.

How much can one sacrifice, and for what?
Can the valour go for glamour, or
where lies loyalty? Before or after thyself?
Would one let go what can possess for what they respect?

I have more questions that answers,
and more tears these days, and reasons.
They don't sound convincing when -
or maybe living on the edge was the mistake ever since.