Shurba (soup in arabic)

We had a conversation
Us.
Something had to be established
When we talked I explained
Why did I Explain?
because it was asked
the question?
What do i want out of life
I replied the good things teh good things
Vague answer was the reply
my retort followed and removed the
doubters from the room
I said if I require the good things
and denying all other applicants
the i simply become a new eventuality
performing and jumping higher at each attempt
If every wrong wants to be a right
and if this horrid grip I have on doom
is hated even more
each passing day
you see my grip becomes loosed
and eventually my loose hand becomes habit
before I even know it
I forget what i held to with such familiarity