Undoing personal intricacies
vulnerably when I feel prone
I am with none but myself
and yet I don't stand alone
While dabbling in mysteries
with uncertainties when adrift
I go back to very beginning
through old muddle again sift
Answers are often encrypted
in questions which are posed
Assigning expected outcome
not differently much opposed
Some moments reflect daunting
end results seeming obscure
Life permeates in strange ways
one perseveringly must endure
We try being picture perfect
on some counts awfully fail
Must let good sense take on
and over past follies prevail
The ramble may be treacherous
tad arduous, tricky and unknown
Me and my shadow amble on
taking what all in gets thrown
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