Highway to Pandora
I was hitchhiking my way, when the samaritan came along, I smiled at him, seeing no harm in walking as a throng, Only on seeing lonely wayfarers dying, did the thought finally occur, On how every fellow traveller was company
Maudlin
Sometimes, however angry at you, the world might seem, You need to understand, it is just a way of letting off steam, Although snapping back might relieve the pressure causing the flow, You might agree, that it is easier to
Jettison
I doggedly refused to believe it was a case of stress, Had I not held my own, and triumphed under extreme duress? Or that my pent up anxiety was desperately awaiting a release, Blissfully unaware, I let these keep dragging
Awake
When I can find nearly no difference between day and night, And I realize not, the extent or gravity of my plight, When my thoughts constantly oscillate between either extreme, I knew then, I was walking in the garden of
Forgotten
I’ve spent so much of my daily life glaring, That my mirror has forgotten, how they looked, welcoming, I’ve seen so little of my own eyes, sparkling with delight, That I have long forgotten the true purpose of sight. I’ve