Yes, I have found my self,
Struck,
Between the wrongs and the rights

The long and the nights,
The fought and the fights,
The frost and the bites,
My lost and the sights
The cross and the kites,

In the last pages
of respite,
But I did it all,
Despite,
The winds in my hair
The grin in my chair
Without a whim of care,

And I lost my self
Between,
The poetry and prose,
Knowingly that I chose
Focusing on the most,
If I ever need a host,
Romancing like a ghost,
And all of this,

Knowing I was close