There is a part of me,
That knows no emotion-
Walking blank and black,
Thrust into the Noir.
There is a part of me,
That is happy-
Deliriously so,
Delusional as well.
There is a part of me,
Afraid to let
The dam break,
Or the guards down-
Hesitant to fuel,
The controversy that curiosity
Can alone raise.
There is a part of me,
That's watchful-
Silent and steady,
In a pensive gaze
Cast across the world around-
Reserving the scorn,
That myopia can bring.
There is a part of me today,
That keeps counting the seconds,
Instead of the blessings-
To go beyond,
And very far away -
Where the elasticity
Of the horizon line,
Is still unknown.
That is a part of me,
That is scattered and splattered -
In debris of my hubris,
Picking up the pieces-
To still hold on,
Un-waned and IUn-tamed.
