I enter my shell and close the door
No exchange of energy
No exchange of matter
Expertly self-search and lore
It’s a quarantined route
Gathering pieces that shatter
The outside is mute
The inside is deafening
Reckoning dilemmas
Disentangling dilemmas
Accepting dilemmas
I                    and                   I              and                  myself
All my selves
Reading books from my inner shelf
Words written with my ink
I blink                                       I blink                      and again I blink
I realize the wholly interlink
I sense the web of tears
I see the web of cheers
The web of regrets
Those past sweats
The now is past
There’s a fresh now
I smoke a cigarette
That's past and there's a new now
A present absent of digress
A present fueled by recognition
Recognition of a web which confess
That I am one
Revealing a tone of ambition
That I once swore I would roar for the soul
This is me opening the door