Not to appeal
not to appease
not to catch eyes
not even let mind distract
neither the drapes of your room
nor the vase with roses around
neither the incense drawing spirits
nor the candles lighting the dine
neither to appeal
nor to appease
neither to hook
nor to look
a mere canary
I am none
a mere sparrow
I have never been
a dandelion
free to air
hung to none
to all my races I am done
wishing above
wishing below
on heaven
and hell cooking below
I tread the paths that grew
the ones with no wind blew
the hardy patches
known to all
tainted by blood and tears
I wish to abandon those lanes
the one known to all
treaded by all
reached by some
I wish to live
live secluded in world of mine