Saw you in my dreams last night, When I woke, in morning light, My heart sank when faced with reality. Only a figment of longing illusion.

I’ve always longed for greater things. Pacing same paths of daily routine, Am I written to remain within social normalities? Painted to ponder no further than my canvas? The frame, made a barrier. Wings clipped, like bird to cage. My story illustrated by other hands, told how to act, to remain where I am. Like as statue made of stone.

I’ve always adored milky brown eyes, Soft features of chocolate jewels, I could stare at those galaxy eyes for eternity. In a trance, of beautiful brown eyes.

Am I meant for exploitation? Forever facing social obligation? Living days on end in anticipation? Draining motivation, spinning a bout, in dissociation. Seen as a human abomination. Atleast, that’s my interpretation, When will I find my own salvation?

I tuck away a problem, like a pebble into my pocket. Until they build, starting to drag me to the floor. Yet still, I add more, the problem unsolved. Constantly weighed down by the pebbles in my pockets.

I’m a leaf atop a vast ocean, Always afloat. Yet, constantly dipping, Often sucked under the waves. In the end, I’m cast upward, onto the waves once more.