I dwindle each moment,
Falling from the peaks,
To the dusty grave,
Through days and weeks.
I drown myself,
Losing me in a shallow bay.
Living in pieces of merciless agony,
Because I have no other way.
This is nothing, but my choice,
The silent cry of a suppressed voice.
The tormented mind of a cowardly soul,
Trapped , and caged in robotic control.
But dreams do survive.
They always will.
I will wait, till I find myself against time.
Ending my treaty with earthly session.
At some place, where dreams are true,
And thoughts are not bound to expression.