to you

your passion has turned into pride
your dedication to the job transformed into a sensitive ego
your yearning for change slowly evolved to be an obvious hunger for the all coveted power
you’re drowning in a glass of water and i see that at times you’d like to get out of it
but no, it’s so much more fun than when you’re a nobody
you never wanted to go back to a time when people won’t even trust your judgement
when no one would recognize any authority you’ve had
you don’t mind that the respect you’re getting now is out of your title
and not becuase you’ve earned it
i understand you’re finally getting what you want
and you’re jubilant
i just don’t get it… why that should happen, at the expense of others…
i just don’t get it…why you’re getting the habit of nitpicking other’s handywork when yours is far from perfect…
i just don’t get it…how you could’ve sold your soul in exchange for your ambition…
hope you wake up in time…hope somebody brings you back to reality…
had i known that if i do it, you would see me as a concerned friend,
and it won’t be taken against me as your subordinate, i wouldn’t have wasted time
i would’ve given you a heads up right at the point i noticed how you’ve been starting to change
but alas, that wouldn’t be the case
for right now, anyone who would get in your way would be crushed to your heart’s content
so go on, follow that path you’re threading, i guess that’s really where you want to be heading
otherwise, you would not be where you are now
i can only guess you never want to it happen as it did
but you never looked back, you never looked down, your eyes were dead focused on the prize
and if it costs you your being, so be it
i used to look at you as a concrete example signifying dreams do come true.
now i look at you as a concrete example signifying too much ambition would not do.

so true…

You would be amazed at how far you can go,
from the point you thought was the end…

I know… I am.

…

i have spent the day at work trying to inspire myself with thoughts of you…
of how you’ve wrapped me in your warm embrace asleep last night…

then i came home to find out you won’t spend the night…
then i found these pics, these pages… what you’ve done for the day…
while i was busying myself missing you

every fiber of my being is at it’s breaking point right now…
i can’t even touch our kids for fear i might explode…
you, once again, ruined me today…

AND i am about to give up…
so help me God…this is my family…
and i want to give it all i have…
but my Lord, look into my heart…
you’ll see the pain’s so deep it’s etched in my very being…
look down, you’ll see me writing with nonstop tears falling…
Lord, look into my heart, it’s all shattered… and dead tired…
is it really too much to ask You, to give me back the father of my children?
is it really too much to ask You, to let me live happily, just this once?
i’m tired of too much pain, i’ve lived with it everyday
i’m tired of tears, of crying myself to sleep
of being calm the next day, only to fear the next instance i’d be hurting again so badly…