Haven’t really figured out
What I really want in life.
Not independent, not allowed
To fly in danger or decide.
My dream is out there
Disguised in uncertainty,
Which, I truly desire to wear
But rules are binding me.
Rule-makers are blinded,
Deceived that love and life is in safety,
Deafening my ears, everything is silent,
Heart is in a state of aphony*.
My mind was self-ploughed
But someone’s dream heavily rained on,
Leaving me messed and sogged,
Had to plough again with sunrays of hope.
Aphony : Loss of voice
