Passing all the depths of temptation.
Transending into my singular element of confusion.
Feeling life as a constant transfusion.
Lessons made into wisdom earned.
Yet so much I know, that can't be learned.
Forsaking lust and pleasures,
missing much of life's adventures.
To dwell within this shell of reason.
Feeling not, this Christmas Season.
Defining truth, feeling uncouth.
Lost in the make-up of break-up.
Trying to live life a new me.
Examining life's complexities.
Finding the word hollow,
as I try living shallow.
Disenchanted dreams.
My reality it seems.
A bagger's fortune to find.
All that I've left behind.
No-self pity to be spent,
For life and living,
are Heaven sent.
Knowing sorrow, but not tomorrow.
Contented, solely scented.
Vastly observed,
never really heard.
Admired, loved, with respect.
Defined, these words mean, reject.
Dexterities to expand,
living life, like a rubberband.
Go all in, retort back out.
This is life I'm talking about.
We all just wait impatiently.
Or embrace the aspects,
of singularity.
I just write,
within my light.

No man is an island...

Very nice write.....

Thanks for reading and letting me know how it was..
I think to much sometimes and sometimes,,not enough,,