Luxuriate the simple luxury of life's halcyon or ostentatious roads—
Stylish or handy, prominent or cloistered, resplendent or indistinct
Like the moments when I feel like everything appease without lamentation
Like sitting in a café with a book and pen and then starting to carve and string equivocal stanzas
For me, it's a way to luxuriate life handily till I drift away and dissolve into it
As a person who is faineant to talk plenteous or congregate to talk about unessential things
The luxury of life for me is a place where there is only me, my music and my imagination—
Maybe it's like I'm listening to Avenged Sevenfold
Then I was inspired to write my opus

Unfortunately, I'm not William Shakespeare, who is good at stringing rhythmic verses
But it's me, I shall promulgate myself as a poet, become a poet after real life is so ominous
Enshrine the story of my life with ink— indignation, disquietude, chagrin and desolation
I comrade with a pen that will be a friend for the rest of my life
Even if what I write isn't marvellous, I will always call it a Masterpiece
Isn't an art always called a Masterpiece by its creator?
So I convinced myself of this, I wrote and will continue to write

©Uni Nindiani