My imagination is strong and hence I can see
The waterfalls, mesmerizing clouds and the ever working bees;
I am very much alive with a working clock
Hanging on the earthen, painted, plastic wall saying ‘tick-tock-tick-tock’;
My ears don’t bleed anymore and though my eyes are shy to blink,
I have learned to bar the command and hide behind a paused wink.
Master shouts and thunderbolts hit the wall,
Faking to cry and tremble, I try to make the cage fall.
Yes! I live in a cage! But I have a dream, a dream of twin rainbows.
I will one day fly towards it, crossing the ocean of dead vows,
There I will soulfully sing and freely dance and just be me…
My imagination is strong and hence I can see.
- Darkness and Pleonasm
- Agnes Obel and The Narrative
- A Would-Be Pirate Pasha de Roos and the Parkinson’s Law
- Interviewing A Busy Ant