My-My

Oh my! Here I am again at this juncture, ruptured,

The organ torn asunder,

Hey! However, it hasn't surrendered

Fuming by the hands that torched it

Though the water cools it

I have a bad strain at the back of my neck; one would say most certainly it is caused by stress. 

Oh my! The deprivation of sleep is haunting my thoughts and making me more and more insecure

Oh my! Didn’t I safeguard myself from dropping flat on my face again?

My-my one can never be too sure, can we?

Lost and wandering, the vagabond still in a state of seeking

Seeking serenity, 

he goes through trials and thorns and faces things that pierces his entirety

Still! He embarks on a journey to find the truth hidden,

He travels carefully and in a state of pain and fear,

Unsure of what else might transcend…

Oh my!

p.s. I almost forgot, Happy New Year!