I’m learning to be
quite myself
whose daily labour consists of
painting my dreams in earnest,
but quite like you
I’m not so different,
my heart feels human
beneath the guise of sociability

My life is not a movie
I'd never want a script,
I seek a joyful ending
and a fulfilling in-between
not too conservative
or too wild,
not too city
or too bland

I’m off the wall
and stuck in the middle
with a God to please,
I wonder what He and She thinks
when I’m a synthesis of sorts
on the constant edge of mistrust,
I try to keep the faith
When mortality threatens my existence

I need an attraction
from the distraction
of my abstracted self,
Sometimes, I think I love cities more than people
for I am a prostitute of mind
a struggle of belonging

I’m somebody's gift
but quite myself,
as the days go by
and my blood grows old
I’ll keep up at this art
so to always dig deeper

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