An Attempt…

Need to start somewhere
Try, to find my way back home
Did it use to be pretty or am I highly delusional?
In this cocoon of comfort
In this Medusa’s head of a world, I have to find my solace
Can I claim any sanity? or do I devour in the insanity?
It’s become hard these hours
Always fancy the idea of the gone days
but someone spoke, “let bygones be bygones”
Hence the pursuit of trying begins;
an attempt at something new
Dreams, ambitions, confidence are enough to lull the droopy eyes that await
Do they stay in wait for me?
I want to hope so but I refrain from offering disappointments
Rather be a nonentity than infuse them with disappointments
But it’s the same bet again
Do I want the greener grass or
is the head up there out of tasks?
I’ve fancied many in my lifetime
Been lulled by many’s charms
to what end? to gain me at last
I want to have a lot of things during my life
and the wait of the want depresses me
Takes me into an uncolored hole
More than sad, it’s emptying
I lose taste in life, in everything in it
But I forget that life is much grander than my cornered perspective
Slim body, thin white muslin, parchment, quill, writings make me feel something I really like them, maybe I want to be married to them
They are a major part of my mortal life
Momentum in life, physical body and in my head gives me awareness of my non sanity
I need to procreate with more writings to locate words that will decorate my paper
I’ve always fancied fancy things, ritzy in taste, if your head can find sense in it
Although strange times are these I must mention
Chaos, confusion, wars, disease, betrayal
Yet, life goes on.

PS: I wrote this in 2017 and imported this from my other blog site. Cheers.