Taken Path

Whatever is handy is the taken path,
Overcomplicating the load is unnecessary,
Pretension sought and found, lived through and hidden,
Looking glass fogged, blanket covering
Up all those who are happy, blocked from
Begrudging glances;
Seeking a time when wishes breathe in life,
Bouncing from dreams like a rainbow arising from
The crest of a wave, banishing the rain
To a dark cloud in the Atlantic, while all the colours
Flourish in the sky and in your mirror-like eyes;
Hope haplessly given and taken away in two words,
The same two words, positively negative
In their structure, playing prospects with a
Turn of phrase, but not so much lies as a
Change of mind;
Glasses are worn to prevent tears, blue shining
In the drops held back at the sight of the opposing green,
And all I wanted was to take your hand, to flee
This suffocating standard imposed in the institution
Before its grasp sucked all the youthful enthusiasm
We had spare from us;
But you are caught in it now, heading back West
To establish your name as the others all fall away
And while I sit alone, writing about rainbows and blue waves
That just make up another poem about something lost
That I never had.