Wasted away

When boredom ages my young naïve heart
I look for the sanctuary of your arms
Caught in the quagmire of fleeting delusions
I let go of the unpleasant reality
I lose the clarity of thought and discretion
I question this sudden strife with my own soul
I doubt this earthly stage n my role!
You surely cant be a myth..
(but wasn't it I who said)
You can't point a finger at something u are holding hands with!!

prynka
jun 2006