A prespective

A Lover without a heart

a thinker without a mind,

feelings i don't care for 

to beauty i am blind,

Hope i don't dwell in

fear makes me angry,

to worship now is a sin

to love is to disagree.

The journey which i now find,

has only room for me

Am i godless, Spiritual or a monk?

There's no point in discussions you see,

I have no titles, no glory,

no voice and no fame,

But i do posses the unattainable,

I have me and my name.