An Unending Recon

Laying antecedently, is a long haul.

It's indeed an unending expedition,

Once kicked off by a fortune hunter.

And the rover is none other than me,

Who is in the recon of self-discovery.

Decades have indeed gone nugatory,

By living a concocted and ashen life.

Now, it's the time to unmask the soul,

And vamoose all my charlatan faces,

To revitalize that long lost vital spark.

No, I am neither lost, nor am I myself.

This prolonged pilgrimage is a probe,

To fathom the nuts and bolts of a life,

And to pick out all that my life lacks.

Please send blessing to this zingaro!