I'm the Principle duly engaged by dreams…

I may be an expression unexpressed.
I may be a destination unexplored.
I know,

I’m a moss, a fungus, a dirty little weed in the swamp.
I’m that bloody discolored loser,
Waiting to see what magic feat is Victory.

I’m nothing less than –
Ditch water.
Filthy Flamboyance.
A Day that is ignored.
A Night disliked by owls.

Still I believe,

I’m –
The Theory that has hadn’t solved.
The Propaganda that hadn’t been proliferated.
The Dogma unscathed by ambitions.
The Principle duly engaged by dreams…

I’m sick of saying –
“I can do anything expect what I always wanted!”
.