By: Vaisakh E. Hari
I pulled myself up the clouds
Burned down the world in their sleep
Turns out I was the one in the dream
And I was left with nowhere to go
Sometimes the darkness stifles,
Sometimes the vision fades down,
I felt the seasons fly past,
Outside the gates of paradise.
Watched the summer snow on my face,
Have no more dreams left to chase,
Felt the wind caress the reborn,
As i drowned myself, In the silhouettes of another dawn.