A prodigal as myself
A man whose beliefs are solely his
Filtering as much as I can
till I sense clarity
Clearity is my obsession
Nothing beats that smell
and the satisfaction they bring
Exclusively I poke all the theoriticals as they have path like webs of miseries, tangled reality
fabricated truth
falsified hypothesis
truth and lies
I'm a prodigal
cuz I question alot, forgive me
as till I drown in your mind
I might never be satisfied.
But yet
Only one
will I follow blindly
My gut feeling!
Writing this Poem gave me an insight to the clarity I have been seeking and I had to end it different than I initially planned. Made me realize sometimes the answer u need is withing , hidden in a clouds of poetry..all you need is to write.