Become Me

The failed me—that is me

The broken me—that is me

My gun is forever aimed at despair

My gun is forever aimed at cold emptiness

Betraying the illusory other shore

A sail-less ship,in the vast sea

relishing the unknow of being lost

Betraying the destined fate

The me who will eventually disappear

every morning is the first morning

every sunset is the last sunset

Betraing a barren existence

I want to be an arsonist,on the wasteland of life.

setting off a wildfire,not to sweep the plain

but only to light up:me