Murky Me

That sudden creak was no coincidence, Surely it holds its hidden significance. If it wasn't something truly profound, You wouldn't still be thinking about it now. You missed a step by accident, But deep inside, you know what it meant. Almost as if you stepped in live cement, A truth too rigid to bend-it's reality's lament. And your soul's been sewn to the nerves of your shell, Learning and unlearning under some strange spell. Every sight, every taste, every scent you dwell, Reminds you how the world's not doing too well. The lessons were deliberate, nothing by chance, Designed to mark us, murk us, twist circumstance. While the henchmen move to stifle and curb us, In a questionless world with priorities so nervous. And your soul's been sewn to the nerves of your shell, Learning and unlearning under some strange spell. Every sight, every taste, every scent you dwell, Reminds you how the world's not doing too well. If one's wrong and the other's not right, How do we find ourselves sleeping at night? What do we hold in this battle of sight, Where the lines blur between dark and light? That sudden creak wasn't a coincidence, It whispers truths, hidden in significance. If you're still thinking about it now, Maybe it's time to figure out how.