What am I really?

I got very disillusioned, the sitters looked, but I contemplate my own life, I never did it before, the earth does not earn me what I am spending, but I certainly put a lot into it and I am busy living in it.

Skills and philosophical sensibility, has captured me, I am in a mood of essential inward-searching what am I really?, the earth does not earn me what I am spending but I certainly put a lot into it and I am busing living in it.

Who is looking into my Soul, I want to get them out of the way, with my words not by swords, my words are sensitive but they can’t. see through it, the earth does not earn me what I am spending but I certainly put a lot into it and I am busing living in it.

Maybe I was a Martyr slain by cleavers and swords, a gloomy and profound, I am here again, my words and pen, I held onto, the earth does not earn me what I am spending but I certainly put a lot into it and I am busing living in it.

I am not distracting, maybe it’s meaningless for all others, but for others who think like me, I am making a dynamic visual composition, whoever don’t think like me has missed the point, the meaning of my life is important to me, the earth does not earn me what I am spending but I certainly put a lot into it and I am busing living in it.

“I am a Master of my own words and God is the Master of my Soul.”©®

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