My Checkered Past

Adrift, waiting to be rescued

Tone deaf, new to this game

Blessed, with morally flexible

Immune, to well-earned shame

Meandering, a slinky snake of character

Miles from shore, king of the black sea

One, the only critical number

The day, begins and ends with me

The devil, lights on my shoulder

Debating, which calamity is due

Pinpointed, like a shark’s sonar

The moment, you wandered into view

Survivor, of a patchwork love affair

Dreams, tasted like flat champagne

A lesson, you can pick again

Over reliance, too much left brain

Whip-smart, you reduce me to jello

Self-aware, I’m dense like concrete

Time, ours will eventually come

Perfect, when our orbits meet

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