A skating I go
On the thin ice of life.
A skating I go
On the thin ice of love.
On the fine sheet of ice, I draw fine lines
As the skate curves along the icy floor
Like a child scribbling indecipherable incurvates
My creasing destiny, on my palm I delineate
Ignorantly apprehensive of my desired fate.
Reeling over the stones of enticing mutiny
Orbiting along an extended apogee.
Gathering myself together, combating myself unceasingly;
Victoriously I follow my self-defined philosophy.
Cognizant I am, of the hardship and pain
Of the marathon race I've undertaken.
Yet on the thin ice of love and life
Inexorably carrying the burden of life
A skating I'll always goalless go.
Categories:
incurvates, introspection, life, philosophy, sad,
Form: I do not know?