I'm fine and I can

Saturday, August 29, 2015

That’s what I ought to be?
A puppet? Yeah may be
to this sanctioned pain
and mind turning ultimately insane.
Turns me on these whistles of dreams
in the misty haze
and tears run down overhill
and over the plains in daze.
Reaching out was the hand I saw
though dipped in blood,
helping me to walk sometimes
And also dragging me to insult.
Sympathy? I don’t crave for it
I’ve had it enough.
I want just a little backing
And may be a bit of love.
Waiting for a knight? No I am not
Just waiting to be free.
Reality might break me down sometimes
but I have my own friend you see.
I feel at home in fantasy
I feel at home in fantasy
So let me live in ecstasy

I feel at home in fantasy.

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