My Reflections

I am the enigma the world has failed to understand i am a mystery beyond my own comprehension i stood toe to toe with the agents of disdain, and smiled. i perpetually root for the underdog. i dwell in the underground,unconventional, genre. i'm fascinated by villains. my heart is lost on an island in fiji, i'm saving up miles to re- unite with her. i'm not one for conventions, but i adjust, i try. compromise has always been an option. i abhor cliches but i live with them. i've never been content with mediocre, but the earth somehow expects,ordinary, to suffice. Words, my tool, gift and weapon. i always seem to be at odds with the elements, my supposed wingman. Money, the fuel of existence, i desire above others In a nutshell, there goes my reflections. Rather, some of it.