I am a puppet of my own mind,
It makes me break and makes me bind.
Even the sea waves are not free,
The moon makes them dance to it’s own glee.
#6 – False Hope
To lie and gain for motive defined,
Is the mark of a man quite unrefined,
But still, not he is as defiled,
As the one who gives false hope.
#5 – Maturity
He who dreams to sleep to sleep to dream,
Has felt harsh reality fray the seam,
Yet, through the brunt he has gleaned,
Maturity.
#4 – Dreams
Is it not better to not to wake,
Continue, to hope, to dream in a bliss filled lake,
Ruby Castles, shining jewels and a crystal snowflake,
Ah, covetous dreams.
#3 – Perspective
Most welcome is the winter sun,
Dreaded is the desert sun,
Inconsequential the autumn one,
Just a matter of perspective.
#2 – Paranoia
My mind drifts like the snow,
there must be a cause to reconcile,
I wish there was some place I could go,
But in the end it all seems futile.
#1 – Distractions
A day will come when I shall be,
what ever I am ought to be.
Till that day I seek to be,
what ever I am not to be.