I do write poetry I am alright I will post one for whoever wants to read:
I've gone against the current of life again,
The way things were supposed to have been,
Not the path that most would have chose,
Complexity whats left of me the future knows,
Simplicity lucidity are comforts for the plain,
I thought of attempting them when my synapses froze.
Across to the dimension where everything makes sense,
My realization of stillness became my present tense,
Absurdity the mirth in me has had his joke to tell,
That I was caught in silence of my own decisive hell,
My senses bent the space between the hippocampus gel.
Set back upon the path I'm on my sight began to blur,
The scenery was seen to me a kaleidoscopic her,
So there was she but where was I of this I wasn't sure,
In living color there she was the scene began to harden,
Well there was I a loss for words and couldn't beg a pardon,
Flabbergasted mentally yet entrapped in her allure,
I've thought about this happening but now it's quite obscure.
The breadth of a breath passes as I have sobered up,
Convinced that I'm still here but cautious of my luck,
I stare into the soul of the presence that I'm near,
The moment speechless lasted but a second and a year,
Description of the words to use tip toe the tongue they near,
When what else should enchantress do except to disappear.
I like to write but anyways I am a complex person but I like to think that i'm worth the effort of figuring out.
