What I behold…

I am a loner,

In a million beating hearts,

Sustaining a smiling face,

Within a earthy mortal flask,

Holding shattered pieces,

Of half burned soul,

Struggling to find identity,

By myself of my own,

Living under the light,

Of a dark night star,

Trying to see the world,

With a light of a spark,

Living with demons disguised as friends,

Soothing by thinking that their evil will end,

Avoiding yet accepting their strutted ego,

Hiding that I know, know their hidden stinginess,

But, its not my purpose,

What the world holds,

Is not what I seek,

Its the “I”, I need to know,

To unveil the secrets,

Of what I behold.

Strut

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