Hidden meaning

A perceptive mind is the bane of my existence

But I was ignorant once and perhaps no less disturbed.

I envied the wily and the smarts

I gymnasted with their ways and words

Until my mind too grew as twisted and contorted

Some say I'm a devil of my own creation

A spider entangled in his own web

But its in Nature -

that a budding flower will hide its scent within greater convolutions of petals

Only I am not certain what great scent I hide in my convoluted center

Save the increasing apathy and disdain to human life

the way we lead it.

And our naked fickleness

clothed in what we call emotions

A perceptive mind is the bane of my existence

But I wasn't always so, and was prone to confusion.

There is this feeling in the gut

When a loved one says all the right words

and does all the right things

and yet - something seems not right.

When I express it - I'm a suspicious bastard

When I don't - I live in my own little hell

The beauty of confusion is it belies the semblance of hope

The hope that things will turn out well

That things will turn out as intended

...As true as waves dashed on a craggy outcrop

A perceptive mind learns how to be calm

In the face of all that is a lie

Bonds of friendship, fealty, faith and love.

All meant to be broken

All meant to be betrayed

Perhaps it is in the nature of things to break and be born anew

A perceptive mind learns to enjoy things while they last

and then move on in hedonist search

And maybe i am stronger now - having evolved to enjoy the ephemeral

But I wasn't always so strong - there was a time I believed in forever...