I seek a life of adventure.
To sail across the skies in order to explore the seas.
I'm not looking for love, nor am I looking for a friend.
Most of me wants to be left alone and to be forgotten.
Another, wants to be remembered.
I'm like a dog getting ready to pass into the next world; reluctantly walking my own plank, but by my own choice.
The sharks circle below me, a void of unforgiving despair, waiting to swallow me whole.
Why do I feel nothing at all?
Why does it feel like we have no purpose.
Why do we even bother asking questions that we already have answered?
I know who I am, but I miss the days of absentminded virtues;
Mentally exploring the depths of my own subconscious realm.
The variations of my mind between a "mature craftsman" and an "Immature genius" frustrate me.
Sometimes I'd rather remain oblivious so that I might have a chance at happiness rather than be intelligent and be depressed at the state of my existence.
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الشعرThis whole book is a poem made up of smaller poems. It's a story of someone that is struggling through life. It's up to you to decipher your own story through this. #7 in haiku July 18, 2018 #1 in enlightenment July 18, 2018 -EasonV (Free verse and...
