Dreamscapes draped upon
Scale the walls
(up and down);
You have no use for me now.
Bring about a common enemy,
Searching for the end to suffering,
While engaged in a muffled slumbering.
Excuse the accused,
Innocence is at its near.
Yet, guilt stays beyond the felt,
In corner coves covered in fear;
A hot burning stove,
But outside, mango groves
(they continue to grow).
Destination still in sight, without turmoil,
Posing a threat to abet to the rules left from drained and ruined oils.
Who will take the role of the fool?
The one who will pity the precious parties
and twisted tongues…those who have yet to be abused.
Challenges chased and unmarked schools
(What a remarkable excuse!).
Be quiet, and no one will lose.
However, remember, the whispers in silence
are not to be taken harshly.
Light is found in the lightly.
Do not upset the marshlands,
(Jump off the old bandwagon)
And keep marching…