Rhetoric

Came here without my consent Ended up in a party aboard Titanic Going South, fast. What is Pursuit of happiness? Feeding your pleasures relentless? Or following your ambitions, towed by opportunity. Or it could be staying still, comfy in your cocoon. Skeletons in my closet and dirty laundry Making up my legacy, mea maxima culpa I am sum of all anomalies. I couldn't exit, with my full consent. What is life trying to prove? Looks pathetic, with all survival strategies, thanks to serendipity. Randomness institutionalised, only to crash and burn at every turn. Senses competing for primacy, leading to tyranny of wants, becoming a destiny unto itself. Leaving numb and indifferent. Sensations so fleeting, unsure about default jealousy. Could be yet another emotional maze, that l stare at.