My feelings are overflowing
Into words i cannot express.
My mind is a jar of dirt and dust.
Filled with greed and lust.
Lust for power.
Lust for things i cannot have.
Moulding this into a sculpture is painful yet bliss.
Standing amidst a stormy sea where my thoughts are waves,
I try to tame it into a silent stream.
I try to wake up from this confusing dream.