I am the host of my equilibrium,
One forsaken by trust,
One dwelling not in the mellows of time,
But one;
Losing balance.


I am the host of mediocrity,
Dismissed by ennui,
Disgraced by a perplexed faces,
But never disowned.


I am the host of insanity,
Not of derangement,
Not of psychological instability,
But of this equilibrium;
This mediocrity…
Tilting off; losing control.