Bottled up,Dying to break free.
Wish a name could define,
My mind prints.
But so many thoughts,
Run amok.
Tears pour down-
Dry.
Wish you were here-
To lead me away,
From all this farce.
Wish you really did exist-
As I paint out your image to be.
Is it my illusion then,
Of you-
Created by the cobwebs
Of my dreams.
Lucid- liquid-
They spill over-
My boundary of reality.
I imagine,
Sunshine lands,
Of eternal blue horizons.
As we cross all distances,
With hands held-
Eyes lovingly adorning,
All thorns.
You are,
Just a figment of my imagination.
Cleverly crafted,
To escape the fog-
That engulfs my vision.
Perhaps, I do want to
Live in self denial.
Negation of all odds.
Like a child-
Glued to the candy bar.
The ugly sweetness
Of the situation
Sucking me in.
One day soon
I'll draw out of this.
One day I'll get back
To my senses.
Hit back at my reality.
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