I used to want to know
sometimes I still do
philosophical tirades for the
intellectual mind
after all life pales in comparison
for here I sit still in my vicinity
never having the luxury of physical exploration
who am I without my bonds
the ties which pull me down
I know now that one cannot have
everything and that life is unfair
however much philosophy goes into it
so I wash my hands off it
I am who I am now
volatile and everchanging
and so is everything in life really
what's the point in analysis
if not for the idle ego
waiting to be stoked
that I really am more than I could be
if I already am myself right now?
My blurred perspective
the choice was mine to make
mine to regret
and I do regret
not going to glaze through mildly
not going to ignore the fallacy of reasoning
I am who I am right now
I am never going to be more than myself.
©lilaboard
L