Strong and mighty the wind is, there he was – bold and brave in his own ways, conquering feats he thought he loves.
Or at least, loved.
They call me the Pacifier —
I drift around for I am a free spirit,
I search for a new other —
They all love me for I am the true grit.
A window – shimmering and bright
As if something inside yelled my name
As if the time was ripe and right
I climbed – I see, and I was in for a game:
It looked at me with eyes forlorn
Underscoring the desire to be eased
And touched like a newborn
Pleading for isolation to cease.
Needy, it yearned for my presence that
it called me ‘hers’ though I wasn’t its possession
nor anyone’s chap –
A lone ranger is always his own vindication.
Window to window, charm by charm
I entered with no holds barred
They welcomed me with such open arms
deeply attached and left scarred.
To build an empire
I have to pledge to retire with the crown
To behave like the umpire
For this game shall never be sound.
So they call me the Pacifier —
for I venture around to gain their trust,
I seek for members of the gullible —
for all I see is innocence turning into rust.