Prying
Prying
–by Becky WTGH
Here we are, again.
How glorious, you are;
To think you’ve tried,
But, deep down,
know you didn’t.
To attempt to understand,
what others couldn’t.
Pity me, tiptoe me sweetly,
how lovely.
I would confess that I’ve cried,
However–truth is
I don’t start things I can’t finish.
You can’t know another’s pain, another’s experience
But that doesn’t stop you, from
Chasing the sensationalist.
We live vicariously, import sensory
Who could blame ?
Someone seeking fame.
Sending feelers out for pain,
Looking to learn, looking to gain.
Stop.
Stop trying.
Stop learning.
And most of all–
Stop prying.