if the words to be vocalised
from my impaired tongued
and vacuum heart
it would be an abyss
to a never-never land
with a difference
of having neither Peter Pan
nor Tinkerbell.
the neurons would not adore me
the souls could have missed me
i may be Miss Hyde
trapped in the own roles
split between the time
of confusion
but alas,
i need to fly
like the phoenix
feel the breeze
to my drums
the whispers to my mortal self
and light the world
with fire and ice.
*Taken from fb notes, dated Tue, 26 Apr 2011*
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