Oh, God. Is That So Hard?

You keep on asking to make things easier.

You keep on asking to abridge the river.

All those were done. All those were done.

Specifics, specifics, specifics.

But all you punch are excuses.

Simple, shallow steps you cannot take.

As if it's such a hard thing to do.

You don't need to dive.

Not even swim.

Do I need to lift it?

Bring it forward?

Toward your mouth?

Here comes the train!

Open wide!

Answer me.

Like a cycle that's never ending.

A loop without end but there's a start.

Hence my hubris is so up in the air.

Perhaps that's the reason why

You didn't get so high.

Glad you even took one step.

But further?

I highly doubt.

It's bad of me to think

That you'll be stuck in that brink.

But what if that's the end?

And what if that's really it?

Am I so conceited?

Assuming?

Or perhaps everybody is thinking

Of the same thing?

Should I do a survey?

You'll cause lesser harm in that bay.

I can taste iron in my mouth.

I then wanna spit these words out.

Karma can just play with me.

But I hope it won't get me.

No matter how long the chase be.

So pleasing, sure.

So lovely, what a pleasure.

But is that all?

Or the particulars are just about to fall?

Oh, God. 

I wanna call this bullshit out.

Greatly.

Heavily.

Absolutely.

I'm not signing this with love.

I'm spitting this with hate.