It is time to wake up
from the languid daydreams
that once I treasured so.

The place that used to be a haven,
an escape from life’s banality,
now feels like a gilded cage.

The mind wanders, untethered,
through sunlit corridors of indolence
pushing to see how far it can go.

Tantalizing me with possibilities,
never reality, this limbo
is only good for the occasional vacation.

Sail away, small bird.
Over distant oceans
Tip down your beak
Let it touch the sea.

Sail away, small bird.
Don't let the crashing
waves touch you. Don't
let them spray your wings.

Sail away, small bird.
Drown out the roar
Of the current with the
gentle hum of the breeze.

Sail away, small bird.
Away from everything.
Away from home.
Away from me.

Solid pitch
Liquid strain
Blood curdled scream
Agony, pain

Fog driven steps
Casting away
Murdered inside
Don't want to stay

Trapped in the moment
Object of time
Cold hard walls
Prison is mine

You were there
Spirit of dust
Push right through me
My heart was a must

Shake this disease
Molded like clay
Wrapped up arms
Can longer say

Gone like a whisper
Voices in ear
Shh in the silent
No longer there

i shot an arrow into the sun
i don't know why i did
curiosity, i guess you can call it

but shortly
honey began to drip from the sky
and turned the sea golden

you almost wanted
the blonde waves to swallow you

imagine all of us--
together,
hair twisted with each other

like a fly preserved
in hardened amber--
a memory

Karma's got me by the neck.

The more i chase after my own happiness,
the more you hurt,
the more i hurt.


So i will stop wanting things. Have no expectations.


                      I guess im just not entitled to happiness of my own.


I'll swallow it one more time,

Then maybe god will see my plight.
Then maybe next time round


                               It'll be my turn.        


  
                                              ­                                     to be happy.