just with in the obscure schemes
of moments where i weave in and out
to disembodied soul,
clutter my grim sights insane,
while each wish will slowly disperse
to colored emotions portrayed in gray.
all my worries fall from love
to pity of the rich man’s pocket,
yet the think of me so sick
with concerns in shamed distain,
as cold rays of bitter sunshine
show their addictions so far from their dreams.
these yearnings will enhance urges
of times where i danced from the trees,
where i imagined all bliss,
and took breaths to sooth my pain,
yet my heart has been deflowered
so i’ve lost the airy hopes of a child.
