I love dream catchers and read fancy fables,
I am constantly willing to turn tables.
I dream of sunsets and serenades,
When nostalgia kicks in and the present fades.
My haunted heart appreciates smiles even from mannequins,
And I see helplessness in the eyes of the ones committing sins.
When I see shades of dull black and greys,
For mercy my innocent heart prays.
I gain pleasure from the fictional world,
As I sit with my book, up-curled.
I see beauty in pain and discover music in noise,
My inside is a volcano, outside – pensive and poised.
I want to know everything way too soon,
Who said inquisitiveness is a boon?
Weaving the real life into a fictional story,
I bask in the surreal glory.
In my head I take the road less taken,
All this isn’t in my sleep, you’re mistaken.
I day dream and create situations unreal,
As I give my heart the time to heal.
I know right now there is no music and dance,
But in a better time, I’d give love a chance.
Gathering gold, I am a self-proclaimed alchemist,
Dealing with the repercussions of being an optimist.