Settling On Revolutionary Road

I embarked on the deep dark revolutionary road, one of the most honest relationship rhetorical question asking stories told, on how our fate and futures are supposed to unfold, one person sacrifices their self, until loves not strong enough to help, and you become unable to feel, the difference between if you're dreaming crazy or for real, except u expect to stay stuck, in the god awful rut, getting caught up in a type of life, where things just don't seem right, working at a job u can't stand, cuz it's your responsibility to bring home the bacon and be the man, cash in hand, always a back up plan, and don't forget to have passion, acting and reacting, be spontaneous enough to get up and start packing, traveling instead of portraying the victim entrapped and, lagging sagging you're dragging, getting all mad and, constantly unhappy, sick of your misdirected anger at me, it's a travesty, how you've become a stranger in a tragedy, would u still love me if I got fatty, maybe unexpectedly pregnant, will u stand and support an abortion to end it, so I can fulfill my ambitions, mystic futuristic hopes wishes and visions, this isn't one of those I just chose decisions, we're both stuck in love's prison system, wondering who made up these rules, and proclaimed these insane have tos, such an impossible fossil a ring brings insisting forever I dos, we're all way plain fools, cuz nothing lasts forever, and the sun doesn't blast whenever, we get lost in that first moving moment, that you pray and wish u could duplicate and drone it, keep repeating the feeling, the lusting wanting and needing, but surely unfortunately ordinarily things always change, yes the unforgettable memory remains, permanently stains the brain, it's quite lame and a shame, not realizing what u had's sad, and sometimes makes u so mad, and after that in fact feel a tad bad, it took losing and bruising your heart, unaware we were both there with fear from the start, it's hard, to maintain independence confidence and trust, which is a must, to cuss and fuss, not just let us bust, but realize how it's wise, to not foolishly try and strive to collide lives, I despise marriage's expectations and lies, it'll be our downfall and demise, do u know you've got to go and grow with the times, together weather thru the grind, expand hold hands and minds, however stay clever to see the signs, that things went sour and are no longer fine, maybe it's best, to stop the pleasantries and jest, own up to a failing grade on the test, instead of living with regrets, show some backbone condone with my poem and let it be known no one should ever have to settle for less!

Peace and 1,
JC
1/25/09