Modus Vivendi

It seems to me the maverick to be

Wants more to agree than to disagree

Thinking out loud, “Modus vivendi”

Attune to the forlorn malady

Sore scorch of obscure hope

Helped the sorrowful wanderer cope

Lonely in the deceitful mind

Longing for another kind

A way to open up his eye

Optimism is never blind

A new world, a new way

Rendering back to dismay

“Who am I? What is my purpose?”

Questions, perceptive, another verse

Always a hunt for what is known

A new opportunity is now re-grown

Change that fate in just one gaze

Eyes fixated on a beckoning haze

Find that purpose inside oneself

Forget all the lonely

Just be yourself

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