How Much?

How much time is spent to think about love and all its pains?

When done you can begin to clear the mind from all the stains.

How much fear have we to cradle to garner some acceptance?

Are we supposed to make a stand or leave just all to chance?

 

How big a smoke you need to find to affect changes in your mind?

I’d send more signals to the sky, I hope you’d hold your head up high.

How much love is billed from me when you opt to estrange

Yourself from me and from the truth? I hope I’d get some change.

 

How much of the lies you’ll buy to keep such company?

You grin and shout, enjoy the show, such veiled a calumny.

Since crippled minds can initiate, your mind’s to change in a blurry state.

Unknowingly, you have allowed these prying goons to manipulate.

 

How much of innocence shall you all gamble, utilitarian friends they are so ample.

Deliberately they can create, a perfect set up for your fate.

These people are not worth the trouble, for keeping them, your pain you double.

 

How much love shall you decline, despite the giving you refuse?

The hopes, the chances, all in time, their sparks they all diffuse.

How much, in time, is spent in rain when trouble’s gotten your sorry gut?

Despite the lessons you’re supposed to gain, you choose to be a butt.

 

How much of us is then required to live a truthful life?Is life one mere colossal stage where lie’s one’s estranged wife?

Is living merely half the truth of what we’re meant to be?

How much love you choose to give, the answer’s plain you’ll see.

 

How much pride is to be spent to give some gratitude?

Plain and simple, goodness, pray, is found in one’s attitude.

How much pain shall I endure to grow more furrows on my forehead?

Deeper, longer it shall make the lines which are unwanted.

 

How much love do I have to save to keep me all afloat?

Your arrogance is one big castle surrounded by a moat.

How much anger will you breathe to keep your royal court?

The jester and the chambermaid, themselves they cannot sort!

 

How much love is really left after I’ve given all away?

And how much pain can truth demand when lies it shall betray?

How much evil can your words paint, your thoughts they can portray?

You build an image by yourself and end up in dismay.

 

You walk away so stiff and blunt, you leaning on your self-belief

But walking back’s the only way, you get relief from grief.

There is so much pain in one “How much?” than a bruised and broken knee

For “How much love?” if one’s to ask, it will take the whole of me!

 

By: Anonymously Ken

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