A poem about the self. |
Always the two faces of this my Life How i live it is what i always think it should be There is a reason to a season The flicker of my lone star, the light in my horizon At any given point, I am either coming or going Either on rehearsal or on the trenches In between learning the ropes or paving the way Busy searching or busy realizing Of all that, I am still impatient to engage in life’s battle Keen to change things and make everything perfect To the haste of non conformity I defied my higher ups with my clenched fist Set up myself for the big unknown and roundly got my ass kicked Still I meander, I do stumble yet I always pick myself together To continue my wanderings in a place that only I can magnify And in my path someone may come along to walk with me I will take shallow breath to enjoy each pendulum moment My tongue behind pursed lips, my heart to my own lament As I traversed along with time I may submit to the twinge of melancholies And no solace to be found even with my daring acts of follies Like a boat on rough waters I survived my occasional storms I stand on my silent platform, fighting the accepted norms I have lived my life but perhaps not yet to the fullest For these ever-changing seasons, I still haven’t found my reasons. Searching for the reason of that light Ranting and raving as I pursue my quest Living the dream beyond my own worst and best Another day another conquest As I roll with all the punches To escape the lackluster milieu And justify my compos mentis existence |