Don't know what to do
Listen to the voice within
Or yield to the voices without
My heart is away in the land of dreams
Wait till it comes back to me
Eyes and mouths surround me
Needles weaving a tornado of words
And spotlights gleaming with glee
Friends and foes change with roads
But my heart is away in the land of dreams
And I must chase it through loss, through victory.
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Introspection
PoetryThis is my collection of poems. They are like diary entries of my teenage years and signify my growth. I have been writing them for a while. Hope you enjoy it.
