Moving On With Life...

The path I have taken is not the voyage, cushioned with unpredictable waves to age, The path I have chosen is not the journey, guided and protected with green and blue signs, I don't know to fly and ascent to golden moon, I don't understand the digital and analog spoons, My wings are stuck between sternum and backbones, My desires are imprisoned to a life sentence, My closets have no keys to hide all my despairs, I have ironed all my woes in between to look clean, My designer' s shoes are made of tough lived hide, My handbags are many; laced, zipped and latched, The Unspent vault is filled with treasure, armored guards are fixed to my flexible fingers, How many alphabets I add to my name is my choice, as long as my abbreviated desire show me the lucky stars..