DEAD POETS 1

Introspectively, I ponder Am I swallowed by the enraging grip of loneliness, Or liberated from the subtle profiling of eccentricity? Thoughts wander through my mind, Exploring the what-ifs and the pain of losing my bearings. What if I chose a different path, Fleeing from this hazardous journey? There are refutations regarding the atmosphere of this itinerary, But just like the two sides of a coin, I am left to contemplate the dichotomy of my existence.