By now I should know
Me, myself, I.  My head, too.
Still often tangled
Questions asked are left waiting
Searching for answers. Thinking.

Always pondering
High-strung spirit prevailing
Not unhappily
But then perhaps anxiously
Considerably maybe.

Delusional reality
A little tattered
A whole lot drained and weary
I am. Perturbed. Restlessly.


© Anna Jailene Aguilar

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