Poetry

The Crown

This World is an illusion

And we are all in delusion

This simulation is costing me all of my motivation

This expending courage is not any beverage, that I can cultivate, just don’t adulterate my soul!

Everything is not that simple that your dimples can hide under your wimple

I didn’t wish this to be my vocation

My goal is to be darker than coal, please just don’t take a toll!

Be a Realist, Idealism is vexed

In this Glare nothing is fair

Late at night when I wonder if I should surrender

It takes me all of my strength to go past all of it

I just take it as an omen to make me better

I’m only human who is trying not to be humane but extraordinary

I can’t help it if my head keeps running wild all the time and even the speed of light bows to the gravity of my thoughts.

The Panacea to all this is not ignorance which sure is bliss,

but just a tiny little voice inside my mind

I am lost in the hopeless hope,but I will move on

Thus naying to all vices,

I sleep in that silent night, but in the REM sleep

I still do long for that Crown, that is causing me all the trouble but I’m worth it

that greed cannot be freed!

I’ll shed tears of blood but won’t give up on my crown

I’ll reclaim my crown even if I’m lost in this maze forever!