Life's Monologue
Beneath the shell
of my bare existence
lies a soulful decree
of what will come to be
This finesse of mine,
is it only an illusion?
A shore of grief,
a wisp of bliss;
what will the finale be?
Rules meant to break
leave it not to fate
gather all that zeal
come and conquer
the very thing that bounds
Senses stripped,
craves curbed
what is life
without the core of
meaning
Seek to fulfill
what lies true;
devoid of ingenuity,
hold on,
look up,
this is only the beginning