Idiosyncratic Indulgence

what do you see?

Of happiness and sorrows.
Of tears and laughters.

Of ways that are peculiar.
Idisyncratically mine.

Indulging.
Comprehending the consequences,
yet not knowing where to stop.

I'm no longer sane.

I'm walking with no direction.
Running away from something I cannot see.

Tell me I'll be okay.

All in favor, say Aye.