Does It End Here?

I can appreciate the blues

For the blues is real,

Am I the untroubled student in this realm?

My heart is bound to different territories

Whenever I love, I love for real;

How is this a term of endearment,

The writing on the wall that turns to the sky?

I shall say yes to every realm

Though my heart is full of joy!

Is sex the term that philosophy speaks

When all is endearing to the soul?

Do I have to lay in a dirty bed

Just to get clean?

Lights fall upon my head

In a vibrant dream,

And the pain is psychedelic!

I want to hide my dreams in a pen...

Who needs some wretched paper

To diffuse the wench?

For a wench is nothing but a wretched dream!

Shall I commit adultery in my everyday life

When I'm not even married?

The forces of labor just let me be...

I wonder if I am a soul at all,

For my soul is my soul

And I am a person...

I am a soul

And my soul is a person,

Do you see the confusion that binds me here?

I am bound to lose control!

The brilliance of a flower hits me where it hurts

Do you bind me to insane penitentiaries?

For I am bound to prison for life!

The illusion is shattered

And I want my soul back!

Kiss me briefly on my body parts

And tell me if it is art,

I want to wildly chase you...

Oh the grievance of the night

Is a common occurrence,

Do you love me for my shattered lace?

My dress is embodied by the death of Seymour...

Who is Seymour?

I don't know.

So does it end here,

The weirdness of my mind?

How pathetic is this poem?

Yet it is one of a kind!

Please embrace my mind

For I am a unicorn

Running through the flowers of love!