Diving in the poisons,
Lured by artificial heavens,
A foggy mind sought clearance,
Striving to witness the world
In its sheerest, purest reality,
But a ghost could only wander,
Touring ruins that once held passions.
Engulfed in eternal dusks,
The zenith's a blurred thought,
For a hopeless dreamer,
With an out-of-sync heart,
Still longing for the chirps,
Of its special dove.
Frantic ojitos, confused brain,
Sweet illusions seem appealing,
As I prepare to visit again
The beckoning alleys
Of forbidden gardens.