To understand the context please read the post number 116 dated November 24, 2025.

2.

still I see 

another face stares at me

from the mirror

every day

I probably had an agenda 

but for years 

it was sort of dormant

I remember 

a storm inside

rising at times

an incipient feudalism

threatening

a cloudy sky

not to rain

in spite of it all

the truth is

all it means now

the rest of my life is 

this straight flat highway

right into the sunset

I was always a rebel 

but now 

I'm just a rebel

without a cause

forget not, there are some 

raison d'etre

(From my poetry collection, “Always in Transit”)