Learning to Love

where the senses end is where we meet,
reality reveals me just a lonely figurine,
will i ever be complete?
what does that even mean?
do you believe in destiny?
I believe in something it seems,
something unique i dream,
As i repeat like a machine,
searching for the supreme,
something concrete i never see,
my heartbeats recede into eternity,
I find peace only as I am learning me,
rebuilding after countless defeats,
spiraling as i build heat,
everything i eat is bittersweet,
it may be best for me to take a seat,
the rest i leave on these sheets,
So I dress and hit these streets,
hoping the stress may cease,
i confess my need to release...

I am lost wandering..
wondering..
If i was given the universe,
would i just observe it disperse?
would i still rehearse this spoken word?
what does this world deserve?
Why am i waiting to be confirmed?
in an unheard outburst,
I silently scream, "Living seems to be a curse",
Birth gave me no self worth,
I guess i have to find that through a verse
So I try to write something new,
I know there no reverse,
if only i knew that first,
I have this unquenchable thirst,
yet i seem submersed,
i guess this is how the world works
as I try to undo all these dualities
I find my vitality
my morality is just a triviality,
just the vanity of a tragedy,
through the anatomy of humanity,
i may find rhapsody within a galaxy