A Million Dreams

Scars deep enough which can't be filled, Copious wounds, poised, which won't be sealed. Even after a year, the stab's fresh. Green enough, like made hash just yesterday. Burlesquing bunch didn't help, deception proved bar. Me, who was befooled, mob seemed far. Inception of insolvency just had begun then, When I thought, it ended well all. Even after a year, the stab's green. Novel, nascent, neoteric, just familiarly seen. Deep enough to kill me everyday, after, With the hallucination of letting me breathe. Difficult to move on, impossible to forget. Either touching or looking with regret. It healed, he was the cure, was The elexir he needed, now he says, Step aside goddamned bitches of worldly bound, Came a king, who's just been found. Prison bars broke, metal metled into weapons, The knight in not-so-shining armour, arrived.

Finding happiness in misery, And, learning to run, faster. Run away, from sorrows, That won't run away from you. That's what, we do best, right ? Day in and Day out, Sometimes dreaming, unawaken, Sometimes awake, undreamt. We do that again, and again. Even if we don't want to. Thinking about not writing, another love story again, But ending up at writing one, more beautiful, because That what's our destiny plans. We are bad at letting go, But we fear to stay, too. To hold on, to quench up, Just another time, another story. To give love another chance. We are just making ourselves, more miserable, than we were yesterday. Thinking about our past, and future, We fail to stare free, breathe. Because, That's what we do best, right ?