Identity

True identity can never be understood.

Visual identity speaks loud enough to deafen,
blinded as it is, also will ignore every chance to listen;
tangled in riddles, twisted by curiosity, just to be driven.

Together gathered the forsaken minds still looking…
whispered about the stranger amidst them that quit speaking;
language of life; lapse of hope, felt insanity rising!

Enigmatic pasts and sudden intrusions; doubts never clarify.
stranded on the wrong side with nostalgic feelings, that terrify;
prey of fate, a prank for most, like an object yet to identify...