So secure in a world I do not provide for myself.
No dependency, on either side.
Is it a wasted life that leans in no direction?
That simply is?
It is a privileged existence that becomes my home.
Opportunity to travel, roam,
Simply waiting for an omen, a destiny.
The only natural law I am breaking is the lack of need for child.
Is that so wild?
If it really was to be – I would have given new life-
But that remains a mystery.
There is no-one who’s needing me.
No employer, no lover, no parent, no child.
Should I seek this out?
I romantically dream ‘Que sera sera.’
And so it is.
There is an idle happiness in all of this.
No mark. No trace that I have ever been.
Yet I can be anybody, only who I seem.
In truth I am a nobody
And I must try to find
Comfort in the only thing that needs me.
My precious mind.
Learn to love myself.