Cordial influxation to which I am perpetually confused.
Erroneous thoughts of natural occurrences.
This mind of mind is bewildered.
Aging in antiquity, functioning at a higher level.
Yet struck in a limbo of adolescent thoughts.
What is a life if not lived?
Commitment by indecision , lust of the flesh in the living.
Here is wonder for whom I truly live.
Why it is so strange?
I am bound by an eternal desire for which i strive.
To achieve joy and truth of satisfaction.
What will be come of the dead?