longing

i wonder if i should take to grass.

i’m told it works, takes one into a world of colours,

beyond the black and white,

and the ordinary odours.

 

i wonder why i go on and on

what is it that i wish to chance upon?

my tirades every now and then

come from nowhere, and nowhen.

 

if only i had a magic wand

i would explore worlds beyond,

or if i had a dragon of my own,

i’d fly away to lands unknown.

 

oh, will you come along,

hop onto the dragon,

and sing a crazy song?

 

sigh.

 

i don’t know where these words come from,

for until a while back i didn’t even know they could,

now they come in spurts all random,

making no sense,

yet all coming in tandem

 

every now and then i dream,

and then i wake up

sometimes i feel i’ve lost my muse

is there, then, any use?

 

or is it just plain abuse,

of words i do not own?

or maybe a vague longing,

for the undone, and the unknown?

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