Too naive,
too trusting ,
and mentally concave.
who is that in the maze?
World in black and white,
holding on to mirages
That fly faster .
Fragile and brittle
all the same .
Trying to tame
the wild fires that,
burn without respite.
In the dark night
of the mind's eye.
Looking to the sky
Naive eyes that try
to make sense of the
world's bitter pull
that puts emotions out to dry.
Leaving scars that sizzle
everytime the memories
flash across the mind's diaries.
Oh, for to walk on a trusting piarie
sunny with honest delight
would take out the fight
that goes on in the heart's night.
