By Costly Oma.
1.
What a state of the immature mind?
Unstable as the waters it is.
Engrossed with high levels of indecision.
A child, you can only be.
2.
I can’t believe, yet another day with pains.
Making me suffer, you are,
Pains in relation to accumulated,
Unsatisfied vicious desires.
3.
Sure, I’m not, that I can.
Can ever again crave reliance.
Certitude, no matter how incomplete.
Even, not with paltry strives of adherence.
4.
The definition of you, inexplicable it is.
Your mood, like the cloud, transforms.
Absolutely unpredictable are you.
And unequivocally full of stun.
5.
Best defines you is instability,
growling from the innermost,
To the complete fullness and,
and then, to the busting forth.
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