Some days I experience something unusual,
I might hallucinate cuddling with myself,
But turns out they were visions itself..
Expect it to be a strange outlook,
But feel sorry it can't be unveiled,
Belief in existence of what doesn't exist,
Leads me to hallways I'd otherwise resist,
In place of four I look for the fifth ,
For what they say it doesn't exist...
I find myself in a glass hard as stone,
But it broke with a subtle push of my bone ,
My fear gives a painful squeak,
As I crush it beneath my feet,
For they say pinnacle can't be reached,
But I felt it not on the highs but sunken in deep..
This unexplainable sorrow welcomes me every time,
All is said and done and I'm left for the rest to dine..
A new dawn comes everything starts again,
With this intense pain I'm a caged finch,
Strangled enough with uncertainties shall I move an inch,
Some say "you a gem " while some call me flint,
All the fantasies broke and now I'm awoke,
I got a voice of my own and I won't let it choke..