Who am I?
What have I come here to do?
I am a wanderer and have found no home to set my foot in.
I am constantly fooled into thinking I have found my calling.
The further I pursue a dream, the closer I get to discovering it was not for me.
I carry on in the admist of wrongful fire.
I accept that the virtue in which I wish to posses has failed to find me.
Clarity. All I find is ambivalence that won’t let me see , what I am here to be.