I sit across

Thoughts are blurry
Bloods on hurry
I can barely scurry
To look for the other honey.

You are an anomaly
In my world, run by rationality;
You are an abnormality
In my heart, run by stability.

I would run,
But I am chained, but only a few more times
I could see,
Crystal clear, me free from the invisible chain
                      thy cast on me,
                                             unknowingly!

I sit across:
Trying hard not to stare
                                    at you, but away
Thinking hard to show:
                                    I am here, but away.

As I watch you fly:
In your world,
                      with he I envy, but never met,
In your thoughts,
                      full of lovey lies and wicked ties,
I realize you can never be mine!

Believe me,
Its hard not cry,
When you realize this loves a lie,
Nothing but a fantasy of the moon in my sky
Cause you live in your  world and l live in mine:
                                     Parallel and never to get by,
Its my final goodbye: only nine more times!
                                 

The Prisoner

I woke up today,
                         before the earliest sun
I woke through gray,
                         to start a new run

Finally it has come,

the day I find the sum

                       of freedom

                       of choices

To bring an end;

So I send

My regards to mend

To all other cursed hand.

I put on my best clothes,

I put on my best thoughts,

I pick up all my things

I pick my soul.

So slowly,

              like a star,

                             with the pose

                             I walk

              Out the door

to war!

And so I wake up again

                                  today,

I see the new chains

Shackled around my neck

                        transferring me to the next train!

                        

23 times

Icy wind blows through,
        They stab me twenty three
        like Caesar but lies!

Day Job

It's a dark, dark night
As I approach in guise
Of how he imagined me, right?
With a scythe, in cloak, disguise-d!

I knock: bam, bam, bam
And I hear the fool down ram!
He opens the door:
               With Enthusiasm
                With expectations through the roof
But at the first sight,
Screaming, the door he slams:
                So much for manners these days!

For thousands  of years
I have seen tears
From equal of displeasure
Running after pleasure:
             But none of such insolent as him.

He swears, he curses, he screams
               at me
But when time comes,
               I can't let thee be.

I grab him by the neck
Pulling him through the deck
Into the chariot;
I am the Harriet
              From the stars
Scrolling the lights
              For my next Scrolling stars.