Underground

I am a man untarnished by old age yet I try to be as mature as possible. I am a poet. I am a dramatist. But I have never been an essayist. All my life I am lost. I am belittled. I am a lost sheep. I am an embittered bold lion. I growl but yet I have realized that there is no object for my desire. I am eminently an attraction of despair, of a kind of life of a gullible idiot who utters sheer words with no meetings. I might hurt others… But I’ll never really know and I will never be sorry about it.. I believe in myself. But I know I just lied in saying that.. I know nothing… I can’t even believe in myself… Yes I am a fool but I guess I am better than most fools… But it may not be true… Maybe, I lied… I can’t really be certain… I am in the point of nowhere… I want to reach the finish line but I know I won’t win… I am nothing yet I have my own will.