Existence echoes a phenomenal apologia,
Perhaps, it could seem like an inconsequential euphoria.
Life contains monstrous mysteries,
The exorcisms of one's phenomenal fantasias.
There is a sensational implementation of malevolent embezzlements in one's psyche,
When someone asks me,
‘'What's your aspiration in your life? ''
I begin to introspect untrodden denouements,
Reflecting my hitherto inconsequential contretemps.
Monday, December 15, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life