Informed; I pack my deserted

Informed; I pack my deserted island duffle bag

Like Icarus and Sisyphus I set my feet to sand

Action cannot exist as past, and my time is at hand

Whether fall, fail or crumble I have nothing but my will

My will to choose, lose, or perhaps prosper

I sling my bag across my chest, a new challenge to foster

Realizing it’s empty has little effect,

Its contents exist through my actions project

 

No soulmate, no neighbor, no technology to save

Myself from my thoughts alone in this cave

My heart wonders why I made such a choice

But my soul sees my freedom as its flag to hoist

 

You may scratch your head, you may wonder why

But life can be an island if you never try.

So freewill I bring and nothing else

I brace for the unknown, but trust in myself

This poem is about: 
Me
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