my dreams deferred
busy city, busy people
I saw myself wandering in the busy bush.
to which road is my way to end
I hear gigglings, i hear murmurs
Did I lose my voice or am I turning daze.
uninvited feelings, unsupportive boons
Is it just mine, or am I unnerve?
my plans resented by my own thought
I used to cry, but they're dried up now
mended core is not the case.
I feel suffocated of the sore behind my beam,
I see them drying up slowly like my tears
I shouldn't think much, that's what I thought
but the dreams i dreamt, might betray if not.
It's just the body that's mine
My mind and soul, doesn't belong to me
the tormented lies, i've been fed
the decided end, i was told to abide by
left me numb, nothing left to mumble
who am I living for, if not for me?
I see the ends not in favor
I heard my heart screams in agony
I should start living, like the busy bush















