You prepared for it

You prepared for it
But you are never ready for it

You asked for it
But you never want an answer for it

You wanted it so badly
But when it came, you couldn’t recognize it

How feeble are we to dance in this game
Playing nonstop with no goal or aim

Except that which makes us suffer and squeal
In the name of desire, we kneel

For one day, the preparation becomes a prison
And the answer is no better lesson

So we prepare till no end
And ask for a day beyond the bend

Fending for ideals that kill us whole
For names that break us in every role

The suffering persists
In the vast mist

Not because it’s painful
But because it can’t be but resentful

To the notion that it shouldn’t suffer
To the ideals that claim to be the muscle

That protects us from tomorrow’s loss
That saves us from yesterday’s toss

Ruffling is the night
In its shapeless might

Bringing us to a day
That preparation asks to stay

And we answer with no sound
For ready has been stolen and is now found

You prepared for it
But you are never ready for it

Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~