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The Paradox Within
A Life Unfathomable
I am but a paradox, an enigma untold,
Lost in a world where I cannot unfold,
My struggles and strife, I cannot explain,
My attempts to clarify, all in vain.
I am the breeze that shifts with the tides,
Inconsistent and moody, my mood always hides,
My actions deemed unfit, my intentions impure,
For others, a constant source of demure.
Like the midnight train, I forget names and faces,
My mind lost in oblivion, in unknown places,
The women in my life are mere happenstances,
In love, I am lost, forever taking chances.
My letters, a work of fiction, a mere facade,
My poems, a reel of adventures, a mere charade,
My friends, a bridge to success and fame,
My love, a transient, fleeting game.
Oh, the women and their deceitful ways,
Their schemes to bring men down, their selfish displays,
Their complaints and scoldings, oh so inane,
Their expectations, forever a source of pain.
