The first wave

Here I come in one whole piece,
To find myself and catch the tide,
looking for a piece that I can add.

Horizons have been both bleak and bright
Now I want to set it alight
As sunset fires a lovely flame across the skies.

88

Yes, I am 88.
Reduced into numerical figures, that's what I would resemble. It is also the number that a few people sitting on humid rooms thought I would acquire on whittling away certain questions. But this figure is as useless to me as everything else around me.

Yes, not everyone has this luxury. And some are better disposed. But it quite doesn't add up that way. All that matters is who gets striked-out and who, the home-run.

Ruthlessly put in the midst of a competition that I had no intention of taking part. Now, I am vying for a spot in it though I don't quite know what it would make me. Liberty has become a privilege that I no longer possess.