Life mine is just existence.
Struggle I to survive,
Right amidst a folk,
Scornful of my ways.
I am what I am,
I cannot be what I am not.
Platitude, hmm!
Stark reality, it is!
I not only think,
But also feel.
The heart overwhelms the mind;
None of Descartes, all of Shelley.
What counts with others
Never counts with me.
Confined to my self -
The little space I can occupy at my will -
There I wander like the knight in Keats's ballad.
Only death - pale, not yet dead,
Just a shadow, not yet a ghost.
Realize I then, the inner vision is insight.
The obvious hurts,
The vague sustains.
I am here!
To me,
The intangible is tangible,
Dreams are dark reality,
Routine thoughts are wishful thinking,
Not to be is to be!
Glass castles and ivory towers,
I build with care,
Ignorant not of their non-utility,
Aware I am of their use to me,
To keep me not off my mind!
Someone said,
"Swim with the current."
I just cannot.
The odd-man-out,
I cling to my self!
