To be or not to be enraptured
in silent walk on cobbled streets
or hectic rush on lighted highways,
an aimless driving,a speedy drug.
To swim against a sea of sorrows
and try not to drown,
but boldly swim it through.
To fuel the heart with longing and desire,
and not to be afraid it’d overflow.
To place the head on broken,wooden benches
and let the mind’s addiction overtake.
To shut the eyes, and with it, outer noises
and dream escapingly,
as blind or deaf.
To shut all out that’s not for healing
and burn your fingers’ touch with cigarettes.
To let the wells of eyes reach surface,
and not to mind faces taken aback.
To hold one’s heartbeats in lead coffins
and plant roses on barren,dead land.
To be or not to be awaken
in the morning
To choose whether to be or not to be