NEMESIS: wrong blend.

wrong blend.

My humble apologies

For I didn’t serve my purpose well

For maybe I sinned

Or maybe did not stand

On a stack of toys

Labelled ‘good enough’

I tried playing by your rules

Trying to get noticed

And be as docile as you probably wished for

Clueless, with a demoralizing drop

Called ‘hope’ falling from my forehead

Why is it that you seem different?

 Every time we breathe the same air 

For I thought I knew you well

And then I heard the water droplets in the air

Shout out aloud ‘not really’

This is not remotely what I wished for

For now I know 

Things are to run on their pre-laid track

My being, a small part in it

You know about, but not remotely care

This is how the tunes play around here

This is how they sound

For we are a wrong blend perhaps

Of over-riding fortunes

May be for good, for my quest

To the land of land of cold.