Voices in my head,
Whispering of things ahead.
Worries, stress and expectations,
Leave no room to recreation.
...
Ashes.
Proof of something that used to be.
Now, just a memory.
Fading from this world in painful agony.
...
Bad, good, right, wrong.
We are taught to think of one for all.
Perception, judgement, opinion, thought,
In their minds ideas fought.
...
In the mist of the night,
The wolf is howling.
Its partner is gone;
His love is no more.
...
I saw it and I said to me why,
Should I not make a try.
A challenge came by,
My mind started to fly.
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Mind Whispers
Voices in my head,
Whispering of things ahead.
Worries, stress and expectations,
Leave no room to recreation.
I feel disrupted, cut off from my imagination.
Will I remain myself,
Or left behind will be just a memory,
Of my life experimentation?
Becoming a pawn, a society creation.
Is this, desolation?
I wanna be a child again,
To play, explore and wonder,
Without any reservation,
To think of a new day as a new adventure,
To live happily, without any expectation.
I wanna shout my feelings out loud,
I want them to pour like rain,
I want them to echo,
I want them to remain mine,
But if I do, they will try to shut me down.
I won't tell them, and I won't let them know,
That if I go down, down they go.