Worth It
I am the writer of my life.
Each year is a chapter.
Shutting is an enigma.
You think you know me
for you leafed a few pages
at a… some ergodic hour?
Dear, my life is a comedy.
I am the single protagonist.
Every wink is a mystery.
Some might be not, nor even
a background appearance.
Ignore their noise. Worth it.
Even the sun and the moon
reacts at how warmly or icy
I am, while rain admires at how
freshly or stormy is me, again.
I've been conjugated by love
and I conjugate love still.
I made bad choices and likely,
I'll do it still. I frown and laugh.
You think you know me, just cos
I am the poet of this poetry.
Dear, stop doing what you do.
Don't make me laugh so muchly.
