A prodigal as myself A man whose beliefs are solely his Filtering as much as I can till I sense clarity
Clearity is my obsession Nothing beats that smell and the satisfaction they bring Exclusively I poke all the theoriticals as they have path like webs of miseries, tangled reality fabricated truth falsified hypothesis truth and lies
I'm a prodigal cuz I question alot, forgive me as till I drown in your mind I might never be satisfied.
But yet Only one will I follow blindly My gut feeling!
Writing this Poem gave me an insight to the clarity I have been seeking and I had to end it different than I initially planned. Made me realize sometimes the answer u need is withing , hidden in a clouds of poetry..all you need is to write.