Aspirations
The horizon is far, but the sky is even farther, The euphoria is overflowing, but control is not worth the bother, The travails of this effort exhaust, but show now, as much as a sigh, For, is not fatigue indistinguishable,
Cannibal
For a second, all seems quiet in this primeval forest, But only a second, silence is something they all detest, Each to itself, noise is their only music, their only protest, For, asking for understanding, is too formidable a request.
Threshold
The morning breaks out into a clear blue sky, And you decide, today is the day, to give it a try, So you begin, to prepare a schedule, fix the time, By the time it’s done, the clock strikes noontime.
Anthem
Happy and sad, about being sad, Certain and uncertain, about being glad, Enraged and composed, on being compared, Desirous and content, of being ignored. Anxious and patient, to do nothing, Hopeful and scared, to learn something, Curious and nonchalant, to
Abyss
The day was quiet, very much like the silence it brought, Soaking in the serenity that my existence has long sought, I wished music would beat noise to be today’s first sound, As I compel myself to fight back and