yet another quiet reverie
precursor for a life forgotten
snatched away like the dreams I never had
of lush green valleys around the mansions,
fancying a meal of venison
in a clandestine shade of night
sparkling wine was a flavour of few,
lying awake at night
with a lover by my side
raucous laughter coming from all around
kind behaviour of the family makes you astound,
as a whole rather than a half
all together cherishing your art
lives were made and ruined in the night,
take it from an artist for losing everything in sight
a kleptomaniac of not just thoughts but words to boot,
fishing for inspiration while straightening my suit
scrambling for meaning even in the delusions,
living in denial rather than waking up from illusions.
Apr 17, 2021
Apr 17, 2021 at 5:12 PM UTC
yet another quiet reverie
precursor for a life forgotten
snatched away like the dreams I never had
of lush green valleys around the mansions,
fancying a meal of venison
in a clandestine shade of night
sparkling wine was a flavour of few,
lying awake at night
with a lover by my side
raucous laughter coming from all around
kind behaviour of the family makes you astound,
as a whole rather than a half
all together cherishing your art
lives were made and ruined in the night,
take it from an artist for losing everything in sight
a kleptomaniac of not just thoughts but words to boot,
fishing for inspiration while straightening my suit
scrambling for meaning even in the delusions,
living in denial rather than waking up from illusions.
Maybe in my dreams, I'm an artist.
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