Will you follow me,
When I reach the crossroads?
Will you respect my choice of path,
When I choose the wrong way?

I lost my dreams to melodies,
My future path to harmonies,
I lost my tune to symphonies.

I lost my heart to victories,
I played my mind's monopoly,
I lost my love to hypocrisy.

I lost my fails to be at ease
I lost my friends to antiquities
I lost my buds to simple things.

I lost my flowers to be stress-free,
I lost my foxies to hunter's means,
I lost my love to society.

To fall in sync with anarchy.

Monday.
Tired sips
Of coffee
cup lips

Tuesday.
Livid screams
For subtle things
Stress grows

Wednesday
Why am
I not
awake?

Thursday.
Panic,
Anxiety,
Take away my breath

Friday.
Pure bliss
Soft breaths
Budding flowers.
Soft smiles.
Budding hours.

Tell me Andrew,
Do I not bring you pure bliss?

Pure bliss
Is broken stems blooming flowers.
Is stars at late nights breath
Is a cat's sleeping faces smiling.

Pure bliss,
Is someone sad spreading smiles,
Is morning breaths tasting warmth
Is a drying constellation of tears.

Pure bliss,
Is bass pumping through deaf ears
Is expert violin on underdogs fingertips,
Is happiness heard through a tune.

Pure bliss,
Is soft warm skin of those who sleep,
Is kitten fur on rough hands,
Is hands gripping backs, afraid of letting go.

Pure bliss, my dear,
Is far from what you brought me.