Assumptions

 

The universe is brimming,

with existences so cunning,

that within their caged persistence,

They shower inane judgements,

From their self-woven baggage,

of self-absorption and false prepossessions,

They often fall flat,

'neath their silly assumptions,

And the dam breaks when they theorize,

that every word that I write,

and the emotions I enscribe,

are meant for their dim stars and sullen skies,

Oh but to hell with such arrogant surmise!

My lyrics are for none,

My lyrics are for the hearts, 

in starry-eyed devotion,

 Some romantic and some random scribbles, 

are just poems laid bare,

Your beliefs and suspicions,

aren't for me to care.......