But Still I Wish If Only I Could

Why do I keep seeing hope?

When actually there is no scope,

To climb out of these skyscraping walls,

Of confinement and searing tribulations.

But still, I wish only I could,

Break down the cage of enchantments,

Of three realms of heaven, earth, & hell,

Connect the stars, galaxies & rho ophiuchi,

In the Universe of my transcendental dreams.

Why do I keep imagining myself in the wonderland?

When actually I am stuck in the abyss of the Netherlands,

Where there is no light to penetrate the pupil,

No sound to hear one speak or scream.

But still, I wish if only I could,

Smash into smithereens those boulders,

That stands in the way of me and my will,

Turn upside down the capsized ships,

Of my desires and sail through the maelstrom.

Why am I seeing the signs of redemption?

When actually in this land there's no exemption,

As every night is like a dreadful nightmare,

While days with daymares are horrendous.

But still, I wish if only I could,

Escape from the prison of darkness,

Grab the light of the effulgent Sirius,

Irradiate my sky with kaleidoscopic colours,

And create the layers of the many-hued rainbow.

Why do I think I can meet the emancipator?

When actually being surrounded by captivators,

In whose eyes, there is no mercy; no tear; no pity,

Or even empathy for our endless struggle.

But still, I wish only I could,

Construct my own formidable halberd,

Bring down all those captors on their knees,

Then Soar high towards my freedom,

And Build my own city of eternal peace