Deep down in that cave,
So quiet, so knave,
A lone torch in my hand,
I’m digging my grave.
The mobs start to growl,
The creeper’s hiss, the skeleton’s crack,
I’m starting to think I should maybe go back.
The words I speak, resonate off key
From my thoughts and dreams
The seeds I sowed haven’t grown onto trees
The passionate fires I had are now merely steam
I want the rhythm to be perfect
I want the seed to be in good hands and health
Those who create, I do want to dissect
And I wish to attain eternal wealth
Yet I struggle with the start
No fiery passion or valour drives my pen to write
It takes all my willpower and heart
To barely scratch, let alone get right
Her goals, once as attainable as clouds; she can reach with planes
The fields are like specks from the mountains she scales
Buildings are tall as the clouds; heights of which she had dreamt
Only distractions will now allow her to fail
She wears all black; a funeral for fierce fears
Suitcase in hand; she hopes she will come back to the green fields
And finally, she understands adults; understands grim smiles and strained talks
She knows distrust and betrayal; her inner child will yield
But I am sure, it will never go away
The arrows lay skewered across the floor
I picked them up, one by one
They all represented the endless tries
The attempts, which had failed
The target stood, firm and proud
It leveled its gaze, on to mine
And I stared at it with similar defiance
I would never give up
And so I attempted yet again
And again and again and again
Until my stance improved, my vision was set
And I became better, try by try
Until the arrows sliced each other
And perfection was gained
When the water formed streams; transparent and clear
And we splashed and laughed, without any fear
The Earth was not enveloped in a fog of doubt and war
And we had time to count each and every star
We played on the river bank or near the shore
The crown of compassion we all proudly wore
Until we started to hide behind walls and glass
And forgot that outside there was sky and grass
When we had no purpose; a goal to strive for
We only wished to survive and smile before
And look how our goals have changed and improved
And although I believe we have reached far and wide
Sometimes, I wish our goals weren’t set so high
I have a love for the sound of freedom
As it whispers in my ears
I must choose the path to remember
For I love the sound of freedom.
The path I choose needs to be the right one
I can taste it as it nears
I have a love for the sound of freedom
As it whispers in my ears.
Listening,
To the sound of silence,
the sound of quiet-fear,
Tense-on edge,
Not knowing what will happen next,
Not knowing what is lying ahead,
Not knowing,
Not hearing,
Not seeing in the darkness,
The pitch black darkness,
Not knowing-not seeing-not hearing,
In the haunted house.