An Escape

Never will I do

Never did I will,

To that day, I was born anew.

I feel so good, always,

Yet I suffer too—

Not from disease,

Nor from poverty,

Neither the sickness of the mind.

A dilemma is this kind.

It was born out of necessity,

In the darkest season, a certainty.

Insecurity, negligence, rigidity— A party so infuriating,

All just for the sake of conformity.

They asked me to seek some well,

Found nothing but this disconformity.

Rising like a nearby neem,

Sour, never meant to bloom?

To every new bloom, 

I pad up as a seeker, 

On every reach, darker and darker, this world I found.

I laugh at the humor of life,

Never did I find the will to die around.

To gain every bloom I sought,

Rejection, harshness, coldness, every disease I found.

I laugh at the humor of life,

Never did I find the will to die around.

Ironically, every other time, I still seek,

Watching, learning—continuity I found.

To this day, I continue to go around.

I thought I found.