I Am With No Pleasures To Change
Who am I
In the mists of reputable world
That holds no guarantee to no
one
Who am I in the dunes of
flowing seas
That roars with vitality
Yet with furious waves
Washing out what it considers
weak
Who am I in the tenacious
world
That holds no qualities
I dare to ask
I dare to wonder
And I dare to understand
Where my misfortunes are
learned
As flammable agitations
I remain to hypothesise
And philosophise
I remain to remain an
individual
I am with no pleasures to
change
I am who I am because of what
I am.
Copyright © Connie Moraba | Year Posted 2014
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