It's all i don't presume to be...

It is what, all
I don't presume to be
It's all what you call lanky
all you say languish
the ablaze of life
averse or vivaciously,
but all i had
has gone with time
I am not a muse
but ironically i try to
be....
gulosity of gustation
or its just ploy to
survive....

why am i surrounding myself
with bitter of hail..?
why this blaze..?
strange..
I am on verge of dwindle
still I say
vivaciously I live,
where is the fervour..?
where is the flame...?
I stand as oread, in between hail,
I opine to oppilate
I stand as arbitrator
where i osculate the
pallor of my life, Ah..! willingly
all i stand again
but it is all
what I don't presume to be...