Hello, self! Anyone there?
Thoughts come and go, like a tide,
Is my self awake? Aware?
I snatch the feeling that I abide.
I crave to hold the scattered love,
Divided by fate that pulls apart,
But fits myself like hand in glove,
To grasp the baton at the start.
Such is the quiet introspective tone,
My self behind the beating heart,
Living at an address unknown,
‘Tho traveling as a hidden part.
The race is steady, yet I feel unsure,
I’m missing sections of the chart,
But pressing on: a soul can endure.
I’ll take the items ala carte.
