My plural self
My plural self (19-05-2020)
Life is a road into the stormy future from the peaceful past. Why is it so? It is a paradox. The future is always stormy, whilst the past is always peaceful. Surely, we apprehend the known, as peaceful, and the unknown, as stormy and dangerous. (pause with commas and check also out my music and book)
My life is a road
From peaceful, the past
Into the bestowed
And stormy contrast
The future of mine
Is dreamt, up to now
A dangerous, malign
And threatening vow
I swear with plural
And selfish refuse
To fully embellish
Mistakes that I choose
In every my step
I hope, the better
I’m somehow hep
But little upsetter
A thought of the mind
The sign in the air
To leave on, behind
My picturesque care
The move of the hat
The sign on the road
The colorless set
To further on, strode