a thief of my own dreams,
I watch as my world floats around me.
there is a road to yonder I wish to walk;
but the chains of your yesterday bind me today.

Today,
learnt how the sky holds up after the rains tear through,
because a grass blade could split it into two.
shifting through the mist for a magical glimpse,
all my life I shall see,the true shades and the colors that be.
the real me wakes and walks in an illusion,
bleeding on the shards of glass broken by your glare.