Words cling yet falter

To describe me

How do I retain my singularity

Before I lose my sanity?

I am just ordinary

Anything but the contrary

And for that I am so weary

Of an imposing society.

 

What does it mean to be a leader

When I was once a follower

A shamelessly opportunistic seeker

Of prestige and fame because I was eager

To be known and respected for my clover

Only to fetter those below to easily walk over?

 

When will my true identity shine

Although a capricious wind often twirls my choices into a tangled vine

Even if I may not age like fine wine

With life’s gait hobbling off the straight moral line?

Will I be fine?

 

How can I soften my heart

To those who deserve it and to those who do not

To those who suffered aimlessly in the dark

To those oblivious to a world that is falling apart

To everyone while everything is for naught?

 

Why have I thought

Every question I pose as a block –

An obstruction to my biological clock –

When I appreciate the fruit that contradiction bears

Because I am a paradox.