Learning the nuances of grieving a litlle less to chasing a unknown charade of dreams
I've come undone, slowly pacing towards the light,
Light at the end of this endless tunnel, reeking in nostalgia of spirited times,
Swamped in the treasure of carefree whispers, unyielding madness and maniacal laughter..
Sprinting through life is like this tunnel, I can't feel my face at this pace and I cannot stand upright unless someone holds me still
Sipping on this cup of coffee,I mischievously think of drowning my gloom in the memory of familiar joy,
A baritone lingers in my head, the music of my half-contented heart
I've chased a few dreams in my mind,palaces of dreams exhumed in the spirit of this vile vile monotony,
I blink, I smile I chase a few dreams as the pages of this book turn one after the other, seconds to hours on my lap, my life in disguise
I've let the sand slip away, I've kept quiet, I've memorized that fainting baritone, I now have a lullaby, from the remnants of time..
I've been engaged in this sorcery of life, I've been cornered for keeping quiet, I've been a hostage of my own mind,
I've been living a life, where tools of survival are heaving underneath the heaviness of thoughts, and partial guides,
My sermon from last night, drowned in wine
A flock of birds in the sky, a gentle reminder of finer times
Of galloping horses,twinkling stars in the ushering sky,lush green fields with lillies for the eyes and the petrichor soothing the heaviness from the daylight that quickly went by..
I've become a prisoner of self,surviving my mind,
I've become the lullaby I used to hum, only to live the outcome of my vision,awry of my own dreams,
Wishful desires that await me, I condemn dreams that don't melt away with time,
I toss the wine glass in my hand, one last ushering,
Savor the tide of time, be nonchalantly wise,
That's my everlasting surmise
