In a quagmire I am wondering,
Wind is rough clouds thundering
Its just my nature to forget,
All nature gifts, talents I get .
I am a miser sometime; sometimes spendthrift
Sometimes I construct the bridges sometimes - rift,
On moments I blame others for my downfall
At other I am down trodden lacking control.
There are times when I have lied.
Looking back why am I surprised?
The material things I have run after
but even the sprituality has been a desire.
It seems a never ending Puzzle
Optionless to experience the drizzle.
