Do I?

Who is it for that I do what I do!

What is real

What reasons to conceal

What logic pursues to argue?

Have I fallen from own perception

Lost all concentration?

Is it a pursuit of deception!

Or a lack of comprehension?

It could have been a feeling

Maybe I did it for myself

Maybe I never did do anything

Maybe it was just for doing

Maybe I should have done for myself.

Maybe His shuffle was rigged while dealing.

Does it come as a shock to me

That I am not what I could be?

Do I regret what I am?

Or question my disbelief!

I deviate enough to be a dream

Yet don’t guarantee relief.