is a reckless fling,
A lustful binge
and a compulsive urge;
This is my midlife crisis on the verge
Of discovery,
the soul’s rebalancing;
This is my return to youth, remembering
Whatever whirling memories regurge
Out of the pool,
however they emerge;
This is my search for truth, if anything
Is true, if a ring of truth can ever rise
Out of the fog
of this pretentious surge;
These are my alibis when truths diverge
And leave me looking
foolish in your eyes;
This is my fleeting chance to apologize
For being otherwise
with a reckless fling.
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