The world wants to see,
a failure made of me,
a person who just blurs into the distant beyond, conveniently from this planet decides to abscond,
by whatever means, with honour and pride,
taking with me septic schemes,
my reincarnation of despondent dreams,
intrepid aspirations,
idealistic idiosyncracies of a profound desire of peace unity and blissful silence for a saddened and maddened world of white noise,
chaotic confusion reigns,
our souls it employs