When I became a person,

Life had become devilish

When I deemed it to be unlivable

I found things to live for.

Sauntering away into seemless nights,

I became one with purpose,

Herein I sought to begin,

When life gave me an end.

Jostling actions to a plethora,

Searching for a singular end.

When I see rays of light,

Emitting of the back of one,

I seek blinding multiples of the sun

Oh mirror don’t throw me a trick for a star.

Pilfering ships and warsails,

Seeking a golden chest,

Ahoy, these canons spill shellings,

A black blast is all I see.

Where goes my journey,

Plenty the Number of rues,

In all I see a number,

Is it the only one ?