All the travails of life that I endure,
in search of an identity;
ultimately ending up with one
that’s so different
from what I had started with.
Sounds like anti-climax, yet true;
this boredom of existence
mired in the excitement of living
is a morass that I’ve created
for myself.
I dive in it to test the bottom
but somewhere down,
those hungry hands pull me,
deeper into the cesspool
teeming with infinite possibilities.
Every bit of it changes me
with every passing moment;
I become something different
from, the way I have been.
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