Saboteur

I slipped through the cracks of success my whole life.

I silently slithered through soulless seminars and black-and-white spreadsheets to mold
myself into a mediocre man.

I compromised craftsmanship for dull conversations

and disguised daylight at my desk as my duty

I wrote reports instead of writing music

and fled into airports when I craved the stillness of a natural scenery.


And although my silence was soon disrupted, I clung to the comforting veil of
unspoken rules for as long as I could.

Eventually though, her voice started seeping into the cracks of my silence

while my mind wandered aimlessly into the future.

I listened and I learned.

And I learned not to think about thinking at all.

She said, “Feeling’s much greater than a man, his rights and his wrongs.”


So I followed fate as a feeling

and abandoned all deceiving between what’s right and what’s wrong.


I held my head in my hands and whispered, “This isn’t where I belong.”