Dreams,
Flitting amongst dew-drenched flowers,
Unaware of reality,
Filling up with shallow falsehoods,
Brimming with self-indulgent lies.
How often,
Do I sit and smile at my reflection,
At your reflection,
Do I crouch and linger in corners,
With Mowgoli's feet.
Uncertainty,
Has vanished from my mind,
Without a trace or bloody reminder,
That it was once even there,
For now I am certain.
My words,
Sound fickle even as I say them,
They sing my softly to sleep,
Laced with a taunting rhyme,
Whispered on a constant loop in my ear and soul.
They remind me,
My secret shall remain so,
For you can never, ever, know.
