There's beauty in uncertainties,
Without an explanation from any antiquities,
As I cross this river bank,
Without a boat I just sank,
Drowning in a sea of fallacies.

As I struggle and asphyxiate,
In this sea of multiple colors,
I gently resurfaced with a breath of air,
Only to succumb to my own dolor,
Lacking in strength to alleviate.

I open my eyes after the anguish,
Deny as I may, I'll only fall!
From this building up high, I call!
Come what may I'll face it here!
In my dreams of endless skyscrapers.

I write such nonsensical gibberish,
Expressing my vague thoughts in a poem.
The way I write is thuggish and sluggish,
Wishing what may ever be solemn,
In my ever so changing peculiarities.