I wish to remain indifferent and detached.
Is this a secret flaw?
Against my wishes!
Alternating between scintillating success,
And tangling defeat.
Between pulls and pushes,
Wading through ravenous events.
One more day dies,
And I celebrate its demise.
Is this a secret flaw?
Now, in Life!
If failure is grotesque,
Then, victory is loot.
I want deliverance from both.
Is this a secret flaw?
