Confused, I walk this road;
I'm a ludo token on a chess board,
Where squares change on the fly,
All at the roll of a die!
My lips welded into eternal smile,
Betraying my inner storm and hail;
Cursed, I am with the gift to see,
And yet never be seen;
Naive bout the world, they call me,
Lacking of dubeity and artful taint,
While they remain to conformity,
Chained without any complaint;
After a life of mockery and exploit
My inner world where I reside,
Is pruned to an abandoned home;
As the great Poe once sighed,
All I loved, I only loved alone!
Who am I? I enquire myself,
A sailor lost at sea?
An old novel on the wrong shelf?
Or a caged bird praying to be free?
Alas, I have no retort!
Thus confused, I resume walking this road,
To an obscure abode!