Cloaked in camouflage
To conceal what can’t be unmasked
Behind a veil of affectation
An eternal masquerade to disguise the obscured
Mystification with words
That entangle complexity
While creating a quandary
For one simple reason that will remain an enigma
A plethora of over abundance
Is just nimiety if you ask me
But what do I know about sufficiency
Life has always been a torrent debacle and cataclysmic disturbance that inundated me from day one, continuing and unending.
When it’s all said and done
All I will have accomplished is prolixity -
A student and master of tautology.
Shall I reiterate it again?
