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Dream Walker


I am here a dream walker,
Walking shorn of destiny, devoid of hope;
Searching gears starved of a few scope;
I am here a dream walker;

Dreams, I ensure in me within my brain
Seems to be amassed as stain of my pain,
Gleams of thoughts I desire to see again,
Creams on wound, apathy by this rain again;

My hands all weak like about to cleanse
My legs all freak out for your manifestation
My minds are just, from me about to rinse
I have no words here to speak new invention

Here come rays again piercing through the fog
Enchanting days again, having again the drug
There is no life of mine on terrain of any sort
The time I thrashed, futile despite of all effort;

I am opening my eyes now, had ample of delusion
The dreams that are yonder of my imagination
Imagination frolicked far away in absolution
The world fabricated of my mind on hallucination.

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