soliloquy
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He brings danger before me
A story of a lover an a fool
A story how painful love can be-
A story of life is far too cruel
The two souls wished to keep their courtship pale
His genocidal urges were now set
To dream or not to dream; that is the question.
Would it be best to live the life of a puppet,
studying hard, following rules, doing everything based on a schedule,
To go or not to go- that is the question:
Whether it is the early morning rise
That keeps the head in a groggy state
Or the thrill of the heart pounding
And, by opposing, wakes us. To wake, to go-
To cheer or not to cheer
risk the pain and injuries
compete or sit out
not qualifying, no more national title,
keep it or let it slip away, up
against the best, to go or not to go,
When the sky looks haunted and the night reeks of death
Where can one turn?
Sleepless nights and restless days of doing nothing
But feeding my endless craves
Never satiated
The soliloquies in my heart and in my brain
are begging to be released
shouting loud, their words manifested on paper
relinquishing all that has been trapped,
like a caged bird or swirling wind in a cave.
