WHO AM I?

*The Actual*

A representation....ME!

In cradle heist of self,

A knock on my present norms,

Same content driven into majority men's heart...a guess.

"This too shall pass!"

An exclamation in my courageous outburst of desire,

In my courageous outburst of definitive hope.

The truth to know I seek,

True knowledge of my being, to unravel.

For the now,

Alas, like gold it appears,

Yet my perceptions untrue to my being.

*The Search*

A long fizzle after deep digging dive,

Into treasure lands...a quest,

Timbuktu...my guess,

My heart...my guest,

Seeking in deep feets, six, of an unburied treasure.

A national treasure...perhaps,

A gold famed by the antiques of humanity,

A treasure to revive the world...proposed.

*The Find*

Yes!

A relieved gesture, acclaimed,

A find unravelled,

I found it,

I found self,

I found counts,

Pictures unimaginable,

No!

You're wrong,

Oh, a saddened face,

A reflection bitter of my person,

My deals a defaced perception,

My inside exist unreal of my outside,

My inside a far cry from my outside,

Whatever went wrong,

My ordinances, away from my shelved self frame,

I am a Flip Face Flip,

I am DOUBLE of Face,

A bittersweet taste of phases,

I am unreal!

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- CarL I. -