The unknown, the renowned, undiscovered to the crowds.

Only compliments and kisses, or I break like Reese’s pieces.

There is point to the madness, path avoiding gloom and sadness.

Oddness’ loudness proclaiming right upon the ascertaining.

Heinous are the thoughts of painless path to being simply dauntless. 

Atlas pointing all over, takes me places, like pushover, 

The magnetic of unknown makes me wonder what remains. 

Vainness is the best shortcut to a shiny leotard. 

Just as antsy isn’t anxious, guarded isn’t trepidatious, 

But the path is still confusing, lacking answers, missing lines. 

So I stop and breathe it in. All I need is right within.