Not many times I would say
That I kept the drift of life aside
Turned around and looked inside.
To find the peices have shifted and twisted.
The jigsaw has quietly rearranged,
No more what it used to be.
It talks to me even then,
But this time I heard a diferent story.
A story of me.
Something so different about me.
Not out of the ordinary,
For changes to duck in-conspicuous,
And while I have always seen
The wider world change all around.
The crucial time is missed
When I could see myself do......
Now in a situation somehow;
So ideal for my shaky revelation,
The sensations under my skin,
Make the colour rise in a silent blush.
The kaledeiocope suddenly alters.
The world is looking at me!!!
It takes a little time now,
Finding the threads and walk ways;
That have parted so long ago,
But cannot shift no more.
In senses can no more drift.
An uncomfortable warmth sets in.
It is not over yet!
For what is not within me now.
I see in others just the same.
A little lost in myself.
More so in what role I'am playing tonight
Coz I find the storyline, of;
The evolution natural in me,
Enigmatic and without an insight.
