Beyond those Blinders!
Your words are not verses;
The rhythm breaks like unkempt tresses;
Your seas are dry rivers and friendship shivers!
I am not a wordsmith;
I do not carry your beats;
I decipher life in my thoughts,
Sometime reality bites;
I saunter in the wilderness of the heart,
I maybe the first but never the last.
You have to Live to live;
And prepare for the worldly treat;
Sometimes you beat the heat;
And subscribe to others read.
You may join the union;
Or borrow and mislead,
You can pamper your mind;
Kill your heart and shine;