lest we become predictable

Some tactless case of fool me twice,
Had the quietest eyes when they fooled him thrice,
We’re reluctant to yield to this specious allure,
and tarnished we hope on the whims of the pure.

Why have you come here? Did you come bearing gifts?
Have you come to relinquish, Come to patch up the rifts?
Here you come with your swagger, your haughty veneer,
And the iced tea your sipping has the feel of chilled beer.

I’m sober, I’m clean and I run so I’m lean,
but I know that you don’t think too highly of me,
So I’ve come in this palette but please let things be.

The corruptor of people says the same things I say,
And when I look in the mirror it shows an ominous fey,
But we live and we learn and we sin and we dine,
I wake up in places where I burn just to shine…

You will not be remembered, you’ve been living a lie,
And you can work on impressions like the square root of pi,
But the world will remember a boy bound to fail,
In the memoirs of greatness, in importance you’ll pale.

You don’t know me…
You don’t know me…
Some time has passed, sense replaces my form,
And one comes out all sodden, after facing the storm,
But this ivy can vouch for my deeds and my pace,
So I’m done with concessions, and you're done saving face.

Azam Noon 09.