She, Her Voice and Meloncholy

She dreams of greatness and life.

Out of fantasy, her thoughts arise.

There's fire in her eyes and rage in her veins,

Doubts, "Will I make it till the sunrise?"

Nothing bounds her but she is chained.

Tries, fiddles, frustrated, says

"Melancholy, why do you find me so often? "

"You crave for racing but you don't want to run.

Step out, get set and go.

Be you, embrace your alter ego.

It's not until you see,

The fight for flesh and thirst for life,

That you will learn and find your breeze.

Not before your skin is pierced by fury,

Will you want to be at ease.

But don't let it settle,

Sands of time await your touch.

You aren't just another one.

Don't forget those restless nights,

When your eyes gleamed till Sun,

When your own wit devalued your worth.

But you bridled them, right?"

"She knows it all, adept at discerning,

Adroit sailor with an iffy vessel,

Acquainted with infirmity but often swithering.

Tries not to be illicit, avoids hustle,

But such a pity! She forgets.

Oceans won't be called oceans,

If waves didn't vacillate."

"Even I, melancholy, find it woeful,

But my out-turn is never a subtle business,

I'm just another falsetto in her yodel,

And sooner or later my sister will find her.

She'd be the same.

The same sparkling brown eyes,

But now worn by a women frame."

"Your views are true yet I'm concerned,

I'm just her inner voice who's caviled at,

Her brain is a Dino and I'm just a gnat.

But I'll demur, I always do.

It'll be better for you to leave,

Leave before her dreams un-weave,

A new journey, her dawn comes upon.

Although you'll return but I wish you don't."

"Come on sweet pea, it's morning now."

"Yes mother, I'm awake."

"So fresh you seem my dear, I avow."

"Looks like my sorrow's been erased,

Yes mother, I'm awake."