Baskadia

Within me dwells a spirit that craves chaos in 'sess

An urge to wander off, to unleash desires that blurs

I am practically up to no good, I must confess,

In the darkness of my thoughts, sweet mischief stirs,

A mischievous spark dances in my eyes,

A devilish grin upon my lips, my disguise.

In the realm of temptation, I find my thrill,

Stepping outside the lines, embracing the thrill.

With every step I take, good rules get left behind,

I'm dressed up in a renegade spirit, unbound and unconfined.

I walk the path less traveled, where passionate chaos resides,

Leaving footprints in the sand, secrets that quietly slide.

In those moments of rebellion, I want to be alive

To challenge the boundaries, of the courageous and meek.

To defy the conventions, where shadows thrive.

And with each wicked act, enjoy the thrill I seek,

Be it known still, my intention is not to harm,

But to breathe life into boredom with fleeting charm

Find beauty in dirt and to keep the mundane awake.

In this world of ordinary, that I seek to shake,

But amid the mischief, a deeper truth unfurls,

Underneath the facade, a longing that swirls.

For in my mischievous nature, a fire burns bright,

A yearning for adventure, to see the world in a different light.

So, let me be the catalyst, the breaker of norms,

In my mischievous antics, a soul that transforms.

For though I am up to no good, it's not just for show,

My essence is seeking freedom, a wild spirit on the go.

I'm embracing the chaos, my dear, in this playful dance,

For life is too short to always follow the same chance.

My mischievous nature is a reminder to be free,

To live life to the fullest, unapologetically me.