In the desert dark, I see you, a beacon of illusion in this oasis
(Dim this fire bright, let not my ideals blind my vision)
What if honesty is blurred by a line refused to be defined
By a slowly weakening mind as my infatuation for you
Grows within this boundary?
This is irrational. I am irrational.
Down these passages of revolutions, my eyes
cannot see what reality throws
Through this whirlwind of crimson illusion - i am its only maker
How can I keep desire and logic side by side?
I am beginning life
Poverty has never been a strife
Of climbing this ladder built on poetry
Where I am the last start
Your judgements, they birth another war
In this life do i ponder this heavy existence
I have given all things for that i love
Is it possible that a universe exists in the miniscule creature?
Every fibre of my being betrays these seventeen years
The world, it begs answers to empty questions
And my tired mind and my sighing soul is looking for
A way to connect to my past self
Where there is a war against wars
And a disease against disease
Of prophylaxis against diagnosis
Can i write my name in the flesh of this earth, and to never have it known but always remembered?
(At last, i can let ideals meet and wage war against reality)