This Life
This Life
I can’t make head or tail of this life
with so many puzzles and riddles, it’s rife
enigma within enigma, intertwined with mysteries
tainted and misty yesterday, shrouded in twisted histories
Neither a sinner with a future, nor a saint with a past
scarred with vices and blessed with virtues
I seized a moment to pause and reflect, at last
but just when I started to have glimpses
sadly, I saw that the die had been cast.
Dec. 2012, Istanbul
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