I and Me

I seek that,
which I dont find.
I heed not,
what I already have.

I am possessed by
unreachable obscurities,
while I dont let my own
belongings express me
in their wanton beauty.

Wanton....as much as my breath.
And as much vital.

I dress myself in varied attires,
woven with a dispossessed charm,
wander across uncertain paths.

In the vanity of my empty froth,
I forget the substance I am.
And in the ego of my own little self...
I forget the universe I am.