I May Or Might Not Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I may or might not,
Awaken some days...
To have an unmistakable taste,
For evil.
And I may or might not,
Avoid or invite...
The other side of that duality.
Just to satisfy a feeding,
Of a lowlife pleasure...
To soothe that appetite.
With an ending of that crave.
Temporarily.
Some days I may or might not,
Get off the fence of pretensions.
Kept to defend them.

I can be self-righteous.
To have it sit,
At the top of my list.
I can be vain to then decide,
Whether to be seduced...
Or choose to be tamed.
If the doing of it,
Is accepted and not criticized.
I can be faced up or faced down,
To climax the maximum excitement.
But I won't be found laying around,
From a boredom day and night.
I'm not living my life,
Restricted to limit...
Within rules to obey.
God did not create me that way,
To stay.

I may or might not,
Like or dislike...
What the Sunrise to me brings.
And I may or might not,
Decide which side of a duality...
Is more appreciated to accept,
If I am expected...
To be someone else.
By those who fear to be themselves.
On 'whatever' day that may be.

'You don't seem the same,
As you were yesterday.'

And you have done your best,
To remain unchanged.
Is it painful?

'Painful?
Why should it be painful? '

I use to get sick by making attempts,
To keep up with others.
Insisting to maintain,
Unchanged appearances.
These days as I grow older,
I'm learning it's best to just...
Go with the flow.

'And let go of making impressions?
What kind of life is that to live?
I can not fathom to imagine it.'