for all that there is in this world , your morsel is so meager,
i wonder does your heart flutter for anyone poor ?
all that value for currency and still i'm wealthier,
does that tell you why i'm here?
romance, a game of it's own mind
poetry, a beginning for all eloquent romantic's
feelings, a ruse to deceive the robust mind and incarcerate in the prison of love
me, a different entity born for rueful failings in truthful passion
shall i begin?
my voyage, a cruise that never ends
invisible to you, this is where i'l be with all those penurious minds,
always out of reach and just beyond the bends.
from behind these shadows i try, hoping my true personality i belie
here i shall die and still you do not cry,
i'm shredded and destroyed you hear, yet you shed no tear.
deceived by your own sight, yet you see no light.
why am i here?
your mind too weak to grasp the flame of the fire?
shall i enlighten you? for the sake of your sanity?
but then my dear you'll become poor, then who's heart shall flutter for the poor?
no one shall ever know all that the world can make you grow,
row your boat, find your dispersed chasm and realize what penurious symbolize
now bow down and look up my shredded soul, then i shall surely see that tear fall down to my bowl
kept by my beautiful thought, for you to drop.
use that bowl, your morsel be full
tell me now... does your heart flutter for the poor?
and do you get what's really going on here???
