January 3, 2017

 

Blame it on such little knowledge,

where truth never enters in.

Blame it on unsettled waters.

Take each blow on the chin.

 

Blame it on a rumour dancing

rampant, wild and free.

Blame it on the changing wind,

but never, please, on me.

 

Blame it on a freak of nature

or fate, if you must.

Blame it on ancient history,

and facts now showing rust.

 

Blame it on a turning tide,

that took all by surprise.

Blame it on a burnt out candle,

too dark, the compromise.

 

Blame it on volcanic eruption –

hot lava running free.

Blame it on the mighty force,

greater than you or me.

 

Blame it on an ocean angry,

once a mill pond still.

Blame it on compounded interest.

Obsession pays the bill.

 

Blame it on a twisted theory,

thought out late at night.

Blame it on a lack of sleep,

where no sheep in sight.

 

Blame it on a pressure point,

ready to explode.

Blame it on an even number –

what odds to crack the code?

 

Blame it on a life of listening,

to those unsatisfied.

Blame it on the truth remote –

not seeing the other side.

 

Blame it on a strange conundrum,

as events unraveled.

Blame it on a full compartment,

whilst standing as one travelled.

 

Blame it on a tiny gene,

you never would have guessed.

Blame it on unbroken habits,

never laid to rest.

 

Blame it on uneven ground,

so hellish under foot.

Blame it on a second sense,

ignored, too late, tut-tut.

 

Blame it on what you will –

the choice is there to take.

Blame it on what takes a fancy,

just don’t keep God awake.

 

Blame it on a melting snowflake,

far too short it’s stay.

Blame it on a random meeting,

when eyes, too long did stray.

 

Blame it on a lack of courage,

slipping through the fingers.

Blame it on wrong company –

all those late night clingers.

 

Blame it on a structured childhood,

too strict, to run free.

Blame it on the devil-may-care,

still inside of thee.

 

Blame it on the forgone masters,

mapping out ones world.

Blame it on those who knew best –

the dunce in the corner curled.

 

Blame it on the break for freedom,

that’s there to explore.

Blame it on the chance not taken,

to unlock the door.

 

Blame it on the ‘what if’ motto,

as hesitancy prevails.

Blame it on oneself, as always-

tortoise versus snails.

 

Blame it on the game of circles,

that the mind knows well.

Blame it on such low esteem –

success one cannot smell.

 

Blame it on a crust of eggshells –

sensitivity covering.

Blame it on black jackdaws, crazed,

menacingly hovering.

 

Blame it on a beam of sunlight,

slowly peeping through.

Blame it on whatever you like,

but see opportunity too.

 

Blame it on a bout of madness,

that many others know.

Blame it on self-imposed isolation,

or get out there and grow.

 

Blame it on the easy option,

taken by so many.

Blame it on the charging lemmings –

sense had they  – not any.

 

Blame it on a life imprisoned,

from a past one can’t escape.

Blame it on the love of failure,

slowly strangled by red tape.

 

Blame it on a passing stranger –

‘What if, to digest.

Blame it on a sense of duty,

loyalty stands the test.

 

Blame it on a life fantastic,

played out in disguise.

Blame it on old memories,

alone, the heart still cries.

 

Blame it on a new discovery,

bouncing around the head.

Blame it on a new day dawning –

the past, forever dead.

 

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