On some days
I ride on the wave of optimism
drift like the dandelion wisps
with my meandering thoughts
sprightly, in gay abandon, across oceans.
On some days
I bury myself within a shell
hiding from the world,
protecting my fragile heart
from the emotional attacks.
On some days
I juggle between the many roles I play
bogged down by the gravity of relationships,
ensuing in a clash between
my outward façade and inner core.
The summations of all experiences
have moulded me into who I am,
I learn, unlearn, falter, and assimilate
seek to be a better version of me,
In pursuit of self-realisation
I don a reflective mood,
yet the answers elude me.
I strive hard to fit in the jigsaw pieces
to complete my role, in the enigma called life
but, find some pieces still missing in the frame.
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