World of Mine

Can I have a world of mine?
Where no one to disturb my peace of mind.
To go on with my thoughts and reach the line
Where that world of living and the dreams bind.
Having my own sphere I would think
How can I make it perfect with no defect?
I would make it like Plato's Utopia
To enjoy sonnets, music and philosophy
And all the legends of prophets and queens.
But hold on a minute, with whom would I share it?
In this time, these are no one's interest.
So let me go back to the real world and stick
To the silly things that everybody would pick.

A piece of the puzzle.

A life full of promises,
That I must struggle to keep;
A heart full of hope,
And eyes that weep.

I’m left here not thinking,
And I’m feeling your pain;
And wondering how on earth,
You’re not completely insane.

Wondering where I fit, in this big puzzle;
Wondering how I’ll ever, be a piece of this puzzle.

I’m left seeing nothing,
And it’s startlingly clear;
A blank slate to start with
Is it ever coming near?

When someday the time,
Dawns for us to unite;
To meet one another,
And band together in flight?

And then on that day,
a missing piece joins the puzzle-
and then on that day will I be a piece of the puzzle?