I’m back
This time off the track
If you wish to be closer,
Sit on the sidelines
I’ll be trying harder to win you over
Came close, but far, avoiding jail time by paying your dues and fines
What more can I say,
Candles on my cake crave for you on my birthday
I breathe out hope, and the ignited wax soon fades away
Wicks filled with ecstasy and delightful flashes
The man of the hour full of humbled ashes
This isn’t poetry.
Since, I’m in no hurry.
Follow my psychiatry
What choice do I have?
Following compliancy in society full of notoriety barely maintaining sobriety and eventually leaving quietly…
POETRY 