Oasis Talk

I used to believe that there is no cure to this.
There were times when I used to say "please".
Time moved so fast; creating a solitude person,
nothing but poison.
I kept on tuning the melodies
that used to lit me up.

A symphony of tragedy.

It was a long dark journey;
a road that was full of boundaries
parented by contradiction.
Egoistical I may say.
Planning was not even a priority.
I kept on walking and stumbling.
Simply cramming the emptiness with futility.

As I wandered around, I found a garden that
was full of red roses.
Admiration of beauty was all I need.
I told myself,
"I should have one of those!"

So I started to touch them.
Plucking one was never easy for me.
I never thought that such beauty came
with threats like that;
those thorns just wouldn't let me.

Sun fell down and came the night.
I thought I'd never find my flight.
For a minute there, I was surrounded by
bright blue lights.

It was the moon, a full moon.

Then I heard voices in my head.
Something that I couldn't really contemplate.

Isolation it was, I gathered.
Instantly warped a new angle of perception.
I made a choice and there it was;
a garden of my own.
Built in a heart,
guarded by a knight.
They never wilt, the roses.
Forever beautiful, eternity.

Just stay.
Forever and a day.