No More Dream
Dumbfounded with doubts
Yet stern and stout
My mind being a mystic place,
I had no way out.
Amongst the silence was a cacophonical shout
Thoughts haphazardly taking the wrong routes
A TOTAL BLACKOUT.
Trying to figure out a perfect layout
I dribbled forward as if a scout
Relentlessly surging my speed throughout
But then there it was -
The whistle for the Final Timeout
Little did I envisage
That it was all just a silhouette:
Of an immortal intimidating past breakout.