The uneventful actions I must at times
succumb to.
The epoch when I see the reality,
of my purpose in life.
When I notice the winds of change
blowing ever so eloquently across the landscape of
my imagination.
In those special times,
there is magic,
soft,
pleasurable moments
and then there are conquests awaiting the emptiness.
Loneliness is not a friend for sure.

And I come to grips with my surroundings
I understand life isn’t kind
and the distance I have travelled has no reward,
Only meaninglessness,
subjugated to the surroundings of my existence.

I am magnificent at times,
pure brilliant.

I am arrogant,
wrapped up in my condescending way
and then there is a robe of immaturity
that adorns from time to time.
I realize I cannot undo what is destined to be.

I am giving, always have been,
giving away everything I own, at times,
guess, buying friendship and love?

I am lost across the plains of the day,
like a foreigner
and I search for worthiness.

I am sensuous too,
with no one -at moments- to give myself too,
I look in the mirror and ask why

I am, I am, just me


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