Dandelions
We have been told, that each of us has a manifest destiny, And that our most futile action, would be to attempt mutiny, That fate has drawn up for each of us, a fixed path, And straying from which we
We have been told, that each of us has a manifest destiny, And that our most futile action, would be to attempt mutiny, That fate has drawn up for each of us, a fixed path, And straying from which we
You wonder why nobody talks anymore about possession, Why this deathly silence on an unacknowledged obsession, About this edifice painstakingly built, built by brick, Ever confident that just another would do the trick. When you spend every day laying the
People mistakenly think the darkest hour, is the one before dawn, The darkest hour, is one at which hope has finally withdrawn, Without hope, helplessness is the only player still in the game, But with nobody to play against, the
For that moment, I really believed everything fell silent, Or maybe, the engrossing moment made my ears feel absent, Because, once the spell broke, the world echoed with its sound, As if in celebration, of this fantasy that came to
She is gone before your eyes can even blink, And yet she is the only thought you can think, You stumble upon everything, already in a trance, And become yet another slave of her glance. Every time you look around,