Stranger yet

 Formulating
Executing my desires
Captivating
Rescuing my empire
Built of dirt
And nothing more
And stranger yet
It's all I've got
All I've known
All I want
Preserving what I can
And stranger things yet
Are to come at hand
I know not what the changer will be
All I know that it's not me
All I know is that I walk through
With a mixture of affliction and ecstasy
Firing off
Taking off to fly away
Laughing off
Smiling deeply through the pain
Attempting to just exist
Ruminate in my room
In the depths of the darkness
I, will bloom
A new moon is on the horizon
And I am yet climbing
Stranger yet
That I am surviving
And soon to be thriving
I wonder how I wander
And never find a path
I am stranger
In a strange land
Walking on my own
Finding it harder and harder
To cope with my thoughts
Making deals and barters
Of myself I'm a clone
A mortal shell housing a ghost
Made of flesh and bone
Affliction and ecstasy carry be forwards
Depictions of complexity project me onwards
And I am just wandering about
Not knowing what my life's about
Stranger yet is the strange sound
Which I hear in the distance
Whispering, whistling
Roaring quietly at me
Beckoning an approach
I ignore it, knowing what I know
I restore it, my hope
Every morning when I wake up
And lose it again at night
By my bedside
A stranger creature yet is to be seen
Than the one in the mirror
The reflection of me
So alike yet so strange
So unique and insane
So intelligent and restrained
Missed his train

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