It started with a dream last night,
And remains in my head like a hoarder,
This thought is fusing in my mind,
I am backed into a corner.
Why have I lately thought so much?
A thought which appeared out of thin air,
A thought that I cannot touch,
I know the answer that lies there.
I do not want these thoughts again,
I want to live free of this mind bomb,
A thought that has become so bland,
While I appear to the world as calm.
I fear I will never be absolutely gratified,
But isn’t this the human way?
I do not think a life can be stratified,
So perfect, organized, and array.
I must move the obstacles out of my corner,
Therefore I can escape,
I would like for my life to have no borders,
Can anyone relate?