Fear Of Choice

gARThibiza

San Augustine, Ibiza

Spain

Unexpectedly roused from bed
Coffee fails to soothe the head
Time to talk, that’s what you said,
Chaos clogs the fountainhead.
Things just slip into routine,
Like alcohol, or nicotine.
Separate ways, the painful truth
Breaking up, or breaking loose.

Your good looks and your soulful voice
The time is now the fear is choice
Passion gives itself to rage.
Close the book, or turn the page.
The art of love, the act of sex
What you find, you don’t expect.

The barber sat me in his chair, his super models underwear
Without my glasses, just a blur. Voice to him, eyes for her.
Whatever you think I’ll leave it to you
The easy option’s what you’ll do
Replace my glasses, still I find
The blonde still leads the walking blind.

We live in a strange dark world, mostly fiction, partly fact
Actors in relationships, insensitive, or overact.
There’s more to life than you, or us.
Hope and optimism balance on the tides of change
Followed by the ticking clock.
For a small delicious moment, on a moonlit night
We follow the logic of our sensual needs.
Craving intensity, physical connection.
Fear transforms to tenderness
Saturated with feeling beyond words
Embarrassing to talk about
Like the progress of this tear across my cheek.

Bio: gARThibiza tells us he has written poetry throughout his life, this one he still enjoys, perhaps you will too?