Your Subconscious

You carried a bag of hues

Some in grey, some in blues.

Life gave you many faded shades

Some you forgot, some can be read.

The pain that is vibrant in your eyes

Is lust for love, nothing else.

Whom they care, it never disclose

A gentle gaze of love only it shows.

Spring ends, Autumn tree sheds leaves

But you stood silent, your eyes only speaks.

Why can't you break the glass out?

Let your content speak and shout!

You find your inner peace in mountains

Become boyant in search of trees, wind and fountains.

Your intellect is the dominant

Your voice is the stimulant.

Let your subconscious perform daring man-oeuvre

Free your soul from that captivated sphere.

Live love laugh the life you have

Or let the life live love laugh what you have.