While the new beginnings I seek,
They are quite a new indeed.
My desire for poetry;
for understanding led me,
To see real beauty, it shed me,
To feel it running inside me,
To feel it wanting to burst out,
to rule every pain out,
To feel myself on the voyage of discovering me,
getting to know me.
On my journey to expressing the true me,
Wanting to escape these surreal reveries
that I call the reality.
Banality, the inevitable consequences that face me.
... of it all outermost, inevitability disappoints me
the most.
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 11:52 AM UTC
While the new beginnings I seek,
They are quite a new indeed.
My desire for poetry;
for understanding led me,
To see real beauty, it shed me,
To feel it running inside me,
To feel it wanting to burst out,
to rule every pain out,
To feel myself on the voyage of discovering me,
getting to know me.
On my journey to expressing the true me,
Wanting to escape these surreal reveries
that I call the reality.
Banality, the inevitable consequences that face me.
... of it all outermost, inevitability disappoints me
the most.
The predecessor to the Lost in the Meaning