I am a doll that dreams---
Of pulling its own strings.
I am a torch that dreams---
Of the eternal flame.
I am but a new-born hatchling,
That cannot yet fly.
But one that dreams----
Of the distant sky.
My dopamine levels are high,
My serotonin levels are low,
I cannot be satisfied but- I am ----
A mortal that is doomed to die.
The sky is not my limit.
But a limit, I do have.
My body is the breaking point but ---
My spirit is not its slave.
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Strands of Time
PoetryA collection of feelings, hurts, experiences and lessons learnt, felt and lived. A road woven in time for 9 years and continuing. Information for Readers: You'll notice in the titles, the poems run from "Class 7 to Class 15", I started writing from...
