I've been on quest,
Searching for myself.
Twist and turns,
Trying to find truth-
Atleast half of it.
Collected pieces of my soul,
I'll tell you how much it cost.
Treasure deep down this hole,
But myself I never sold.
I see more clearly now.
I'm playing my position,
Found my space.
Self concious with the thoughts,
Vivid with the dreams.
I can paint the hope,
Back to these pages.
Concious words,
Let me paint my world.
New order,
Call it a revolution.
No order, that's the order.
Breathe a little,
Meditate.
Elevate, I see a future,
Success is in the corner,
The pain is a goner.
Could tell you about what's to come.
Top of my lung,
Am shouting, I'm free !
Light at the end of the tunnel,
With the narrow vision.
Breaking out of the matrix,
The blue pill of reality,
Run it through, decode my truth.
YOU ARE READING
THE WILLOW TREE
कविताIt's a struggle for my sanity through a moment of rage and out of space, psychetry is my build as I layer my truths, it's a journey, the second trip
