I came up of words from the deepest hole of my mind
Only to notice that these words was not meant for anything
I created phrases from the light spotted from my emptiness
Only to notice I make the most senseless sentence
I made the most diverse stories out of nothing special
And to me these stories were astounding than they look
I experienced the most priceless and life-threatening travels
Yet I never left the place where everything took place
I conquered countless inconceivable demons
Yet my battles with them was never to the point of end
I saw an infinite amount of succubus as I continue
Only to realize I was never interested in their bargains
I flew around the vast universe continuously
Still I never saw where I would belong the best
I made a thousand life-defining decisions
Then why can’t I see the meaning of my life
I received an infinite amount of blessings
Then I realize who am I to deserve this grace
In the end I have created a number of poems
Yet this doesn’t seem to deserving of a title
I guess I am not that of an effective writer after all