I want to reverse things which I cannot. I want to sew up the gaps which I dont dare and I wish to lay down in my own fairy tale which I can only dream of. Dilemmas are bad for they try to open up our eyes those were busy in spinning the threads of future hanging in the dust that has no trace in the present.
A dire need to pine for
A thing that hangs in the dust
should I go or should I retreat
or let this feeling too get rust.
I am strong, as they say
Or is it not a much big deal.
The only option to collect the strength
And once again ready to kneel.
The voices have dimmed,
The echoes are quiet
They all have turned few
I cannot escape
Nor can I run,
from the Dreams I often sew.
