The Weekend
Breezes of the wind, I feel it
Massaging my scalp, tranquil I feel..
My mind, my heart, my conscious, all one
I feel like souring, my soul, my guide
Spreading the wings of my entity, falling to the mercy of destiny
Sighing with anguish, I open my eyes to see I was blind
Awaking to this hidden message, feel I, no more..
Monday is here......
This poem is about:
Our world