FOREVER AND ONLY YOURS One minute I may be perched well above the blazing island of Omnipotent Sun; while the very next instant I may find myself slavering penuriously on dead soil, One minute I may be rhapsodically adventuring in a valley of exuberantly burgeoning flowers; while the very next instant I may find myself brutally incarcerated in chains of ghoulishly abhorrent prejudice, One minute I may be floating in the aisles of desire like a majestically uncrowned prince; while the very next instant I may find myself buried amidst inconspicuously infidel and vicious garbage trash, One minute I may be royally consecrated for my artistic accomplishments; while the very next instant I may find myself being satanically kicked; by unceremoniously dastardly parasites, One minute I may be ingeniously contriving plans to blissfully change the complexion of all flagrantly estranged mankind; while the very next instant I might find myself trembling naked; under unsparing avalanches of frigidly cold-blooded ice, One minute I may be articulately channelizing congenitally brilliant talent on the trajectory of this fathomless Universe; while the very next instant I might find myself hopelessly staggering in graveyards of defeat; at a profound loss of words to express even my own name, One minute I may be bountifully garnering all enchanting cynosure that lay on this boundless planet; while the very next instant I might find myself in vindictive clutches of depravation and dereliction; asphyxiating the breath out of me for times immemorial, One minute I may be prolifically penning down countless lines of exotically triumphant poetry; while the very next instant I might find myself slithering beside the venomously delirious scorpions, One minute I may be embracing the winds of vividly euphoric timelessness; while the very next instant I might find myself imprisoned by unfathomable coffins of darkness and miserable solitude, One minute I may be handsomely liberating myself of all agony on the wings of unstoppably enamoring sensuousness; while the very next instant I might find myself preposterously swallowing blood stained thorns; as my only lunch and indigent breakfast,