Imagination swirling around clouds of doubt
A pin cushion heart that feels
Losing the battles
Fighting an evil King who has jars of happiness locked away
Floating down the river of conformity
But not living
A crystal heart being hammered by demands
The worlds sand dulling the shine
A puppet growing tired of the puppeteer
Yet no muscle mass to command movement
Pushing a shark in a fish bowl
Sleeping in a coffin
Trying to accept death
The light on the horizon always seems to stay on the horizon

(C) Jack Roman