Sometimes the world isn’t beaming,sometimes the lines aren’t straight;
The insipid chills often give me utter debacle,speaking the veracious disharmony;
My mind wanders for the unexpected oblivion,in return I am bestowed with uncongenial thorns;
The paints never suits my body,black and white remains in my soul;
Discordant with the truth,it’s hard to decide the merry of life,Should I choose fire or should I run with water?
The crumbling walls of humanity leave me bamboozled,often there are realities that disagree with my dismal mind;
All this remains in my mind..perhaps as my vague dreams that never fails to shatter my conscious flowy dreams.