Delusions

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