Finding Me
Finding Me
27 miserable years I have been searching
I looked at the nooks and corners,
In the darkest nights and brightest lights
Yet I couldn't find his true self
But I have seen shades of him,
Cruel, horny, evil and greedy
Kind, modest, naïve and frugal
He is everything and yet nothing.
Even the pages of time shows
Him in different colours, each
More intriguing than the other
A Cacophony of Rainbows
The closer I look to him
The more vague he seems to be
And yet on every sleepless night
I step out in search of him, the real me....