My Caveat
Walking, shrouded by the echt loneliness of reality,
I lost my gaze in the uniformity of chaos.
Souls in slumber, malinger around with an ever dying goal in sciamachy,
Rebellious against the fallacy within our Ethos.
As I stepped across these vast edacity of desires,
I alleviate myself from the conformity of reasons.
Excavating myself from forced judgement and guile empires.
Distant, detaching the maw for quantities of neologized Love.
Returning to self. To inchoation.
Susurrating under my breath while dulcifying my path.
Does choice comprehend life or destiny an absolute notion?
Drowning in mickle hopes while infinitely landing in the rough.
Though sessile within this flesh, I confronted the banal of my actions,
Experiencing the innate rebirth in an inane, fusty existence.
It's just! It's just! Confused and flabbergasted in knowing only in fractions.
I live dying in life, striving to thrive in absolute endless coexistence of inconsistent constants.
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