Amidst the atrocities,
Of this virtual world,
I wish we could open our eyes,
From this dream so absurd,
Where people hide under,
The imaginary mask,
And speak the same answers,
No matter what we ask.
Talk to me endlessly,
I’m longing to speak,
My eyes are up here,
What’s down there do you seek?
I can smell your thoughts,
Why the hell do they stink?
How beautiful is your smile!
But not the way you think.
So here I am,
Left all alone,
Trapped in the endless cycle,
Of unknowing the known,
Shattered trust, broken heart,
Left with a dark hole,
I think I won’t ever,
Be perfect for this role.
Maybe I’m not made for this,
Maybe freedom isn’t my goal,
I’m trapped under an open sky,
With free body, but shackled soul!
My Mind's Journal 