As I flow in this stream of thought,
I fly high above the surreal realms.
As I ponder, over what I fought,
The futility of efforts, the aims I besought.
The higher I fly, the deeper I sink,
Knitting thoughts with fragile links.
But when dreams break,
there is no sound, just a little pain.
Clouded mind sets to wonder,
Why my dreams are fleeting away,
Alas! Naivety and travesty,
Are all that I have got now,
As I crash, headfirst,
Into a state where I am
Awake!
3 comments:
FAILURE. NAIVITY,
THE DIFFERENCE SEEMS NOT SOMETIMES.
'but when dreams break,
there is no sound, just a little pain." - true that! same goes for hearts..
hey AS, here is something for you:
http://sempiscribbles.blogspot.com/2010/05/drum-roll-please.html
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