Amphoteros

Amphoteros

Let it be known about how many things I was prepared for in this life.

There were two contendents, without allies.

Will I be delighted by the subtle ways you kept deceiving me for the whole night, after the dance craze?

Please reveal how I should feel for the rest of my days, eat my hands, interfere with my plans.

My life expectancy, now, is thinning the will to take everything not so seriously: where's my other half, when I choke in my room watching my trophies.

I've already worn my future on the darkened light of the past.

The afterimage of myself, Time, eventually dislodged my feelings from my very eyes.