She keeps misery on her side,
Time and again her wits break a tide.
In prairie fields her mind runs;
With mindful and curious puns.

There she goes skimming through
For something uncalled but yet true.
Her eyes, rolling up and down,
Wearing dark circles like a crown.

Wonders and questions here and there;
Their answers dipped in sweet éclair.
She savors each flavor whole,
With no curiosity to pull a toll.

In Euphoria she goes beyond the skyline
Curious and ecstatic, a feminine Feline.

I remain an iteration of past mumbles
No future do I yearn to.
I'll tell you about a "Once upon a time"
Instead of the coming blue.

In no present have I remained,
Only in "once" and what if
I sing of the begone days
In the tavern of lost grief

Here I pour wine to newer cups
Which time forgets to brew.

The world passed by this one road,
Where all things sailed.
Amidst the rocks of all kinds,
Two distinct pebbles prevailed.

Brought together by wind
East-West, their stories untold
These two pebbles of distinct land
Now stood by the road.

They were different, yet akin
Unmarked by time or tread
Two pebbles by the road,
Where silent stones are shed.

Take another just as alike,
And you wouldn't find a match.
Two pebbles by the road,
Could be one, if they attach.

The wall stood heavy,
It separated epos in the tale.
Cuts and stains; all around,
Didn't yield to the strongest gale.

They claim the walls were always there;
Before the initiation of time.
Though veiled, unknown, and silent still,
They shaped the lustrous dime.

The breaking of the wall began,
Harmony grew on both sides.
Then came the old guards
An agony of backward tides.

Not like an ordinary man;
Lesser, filthier still.
I'm a mirror; an imitation,
Whose existence only grows shrill

No thoughts are wholly mine
No desire my heart would spin
I'm a fluid searching a vessel
Just to mold itself in.

No heights have I conquered,
Those marches weren't mine
I am no climber of pursuit,
In no success will I dine.

In no reality will I exist,
Even my dreams aren't of me
I'm not a dreamer in this dreamy world;
Only nightmares residing in me.

A greenish wonder; wrapped in white,
It gave a floral scent of sublime delight.
Plucked from life; it held a belle desire,
There it held the glamorous shire.

The purpose was lost; a withered corpse,
The vase remained; a ceramic coarse.
Depraved of soul; an empty gloom,
There was a vase in my room.

Please, don't be a perfectionist
Don't delude for the perfect twist.
Don't settle when hot; let it cool
Be more lenient, let it fool.

Let it burn, let it ache
Let your world have a little shake.
Look at the sky far above and wide
Make a wish that you glide.