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....