Buckled

I
Sneaked  through the backyard
To the front of exoticism
Forlorn,  stray like a dog
Dilapidated in soul
Tumultuous self
Giddy my existence
Lost in the vastness of ideology
Blunt
Grumpy.

Yet, feathers are coloured
To fly over the sky with delusion
Dazzling in the rainbow
In search of 'I'
In the laboratory of morpheme
Highly  adorned
Under the brown fog of a winter noon
Hyperactive
Buckled.