I’m very sorry I haven’t been productive,
My capacity to succeed has vanished in vain
Washed away in a sea of pity, all reason has left
You see, I’ve been on a vagabond voyage of sorts
Traveling and traversing in the scenes of memories past
Never knowing what vision I will venture into
Wavering in feelings that have long deceased
These virulent adventures are my weakness, my vice
Believing I still have much to review, to discover
I relive my travails, vexations, and every crisis
Questioning the investments I’ve made in friendships
Or whether my quality of undying loyalty is an annoyance
Always hoping a truth will somehow be revealed
I swear I’m not crazy, but no one will vouch for me
Particularly those who live in present and never history
For these are the people who are most venerable
These are the people who succeed
And I, a sorry vagrant, pleading for vindication,
Having been deceived into thinking peace came easily,
Am the victim of inadequacy.
~AM
