A neverland of the horizon, the land meets the sky
The mind’s sublime haziness, the tears meet the rain;
I wish to walk in the rain!
I wish my tears are not seen!
The rollicking utopia, in my shadow, with layered hopes;
The third eye speaks; my instincts recede into oblivion;
I wish to hold my instincts back!
I wish my flamboyant shadow goes unheard!
A poet’s personification, a mirage called destiny;
The blurred conscience, biased thoughts, shadowed moral;
I wish to bury it in the sands of time!
I wish for time, to heal the shadow of a myth!
My shadow lives with me, tortured, and tormented to death;
With its shades of black and grey, I see no silver in it;
I wish to walk alone, bloody and subdued!
I wish for darkness, then my shadow won’t be seen!