Ocean of Thoughts

Lost is a soul
Confined in a space so small
The body yearns to wonder
So strong like that of thunder

Walk
Past the lilies and memories of old
I wish to run away from the stories foretold
I remember the sight, the scent of lilies
Far from the site of cities

Run
Faster to what’s ahead
Yet the past haunts me like the undead
Release me from this pain I have to hold
That kept my emotions of that controlled

Fly
Let me see what’s beyond
What no longer loves me, break the bond
Let me love again, let me laugh again
Yet this pain made me write and take hold of the pen

Rest
In the twilight’s manner
Hera’s voice made me ponder
No longer I seek revenge let me pray in silence
Her songs shall be sung in ambiguity manner