I am a sinner, not
so popular,
A sinner who tries
living multiple lives,
Never owned a moral
compass that defined self or,
A fixed personality
to adhere.
An inner
indecisiveness always rules
To be all, an
identity I try to hold,
Push me into
trouble.
Was that me? Who
else can I be,
Or am I the rider
gone wild who has nothing to gain, nothing to lose,
Nothing except to
glorify every experience as a piece of art.
