Saturday, February 27, 2010

Of how my dreams are alone

I sat on a bough and gaze far away
I said to myself, this is the day
The day, the moment all to unravel
My legend and all of my fables

But I waited still
I dreamt on more
At the end of the day
Everything's like before

How my dreams are alone
How my wills they whither
All the ideas I conjure
were never written on paper

Yet I dream of galore
Of how the readers adore
Every work, every bits(beats)
Every words a masterpiece

So I muster my will
I wield my heart
My wisdom and wit
And began to start

Of how my dreams are alone
of how these dreams are my own

1 comment:

Muaz Nabil said...

right away on FB. :P