The sky is dark but it doesn't rain.
The wind is blowing in my sinew
With every breath I take I construe.
A little dream, a mighty wish,
A little wayward like a sure-shot fish.
In the stream of life I find blood
That calls me to it and my heart floods.
It's hazy underwater and I seek clear clouds
That would carry me forward away from these doubts.
I seek fresh air, a whiff of mighty life
As I shed my ego to surmount all strife.
My ideals carry me on, they are my secret desires,
Oh for a while I thought they would misfire.
Where there is colour there is pain,
Where I glow I find the insane.
What hurts is that I go on not knowing my destination,
If only the haze could give me a sign and some gumption.
Clarity in the meadow, clarity in the sea,
One with all love I find, deep in serenity.
My stomach fills up with spirits putrid or pure,
I know not Where I am, or wherefore I go.
The haze has lifted and my chalice is filled,
In the throes of living as I willed.
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