where is a true self
where is me?
given the predicament and the contradiction, I'm all drawn in.
Am I just travelling without moving at all.
my ways, my life, my being.
do they not pose my questions
Incoherent answers, are they not all I have.
but somehow I'm still chugging along
somehow still finding myself, I am.
somehow still dealing with life's incorrigible differences, I am.
yet with hope I'd fight
yet with hope I'll find I believe
my destiny is what I choose
fight I will
these incoherencies will disappear, I believe
I will succeed. I will live.
it is my own promise to my self.
it is my angst, it is my deciphering, it is my devaluation.
it is my survival at cost, it is my deep devotion.
I have my fate. and I write it.
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