I Am
I am...lost
I am living the life of others,
I am just an amorphous embodiment of lost hopes,
I am floating in a sea of darkness.
I am hoping to encompass my own ebullient felicity.
Such A pity!
To be the evanescent ethereal of an epitome
So incorporeal, so languid, so…crepuscular
I am indefinite…shapeless
I am living life in such a façade ,
That other peoples opinions,
Form the chrysalis,
Of my beliefs, 'tis quite pathetic.
I have no shame.
I have no decency.
Yet I am spontaneous
I am me
I am the epicenter of my own dreams,
But soon...i'll be:
Forgotten…
Gone; I am lost
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