I wake up from the ashes
reborn, awakended and refreshed
if experience was all dat counted
i wouldnt hv been here
Recounting and narrating

In some corner wuold i have been
Experiencing and enjoying more
and yet i wantedd to be reborn
for i had seen and felt
an expanse and not allegory
unencountered by me

THe soft alluring waves
spread like strand sof delicate
black hair swept aside
by lover's hand
the expanse had beckoned me and i had gone

I had gone without realizing
dat would i never b able to come back
i would be leaving behind dat which i treasured
dat which made me
dat which was i

the winds of change induced and allured me
to go inot dat night of wonder where none could know
the difference between nghtand day
and yet gone had i
to this ignorant place

Searching for somthing i couldnt find
found did i imany things
things of which no use had i
things which would never hold me to them
things which kept me tied down

content was i never
and neither was i happy
the luaghter bibbling like froth was a farce
the smile was an unhappy one
the music was an understaatment of what i felt and had known

And yet stuck I to this hauntingly erroneus world
for here i ahd found something of which i craved
but which was being offered to the wrong me
the real me was still dormant
still glorying in my wistfull dreams

the night grew darker
and the day flew with wogns st its heels
i still did not wake,
they strtd observing it about me
the they for whom i hadnt cared

i wondered about mychange
wandered about the exact notions of its beginning
and then he spoke
spoke with the mutest words that one would find
and yet brought my illusion crashing doen

he who i ahd never even thought of as one among mine
had spoken had called to my fallling self
had given a rope of hope to my falling grace
He who made me respond through the mutest yell
he was the one who saved me

and here began my redemption
to everthing that i had sacrificed to be a part of that horrifice illusion
everything that would never be the same again
and yet i have not reached the end yet
i have to stick to lean on or to walk by

nothign to guide me by
those endless puddles and swamps
i call i yell i plead i shout
and yet all i hear is silence a never ending one
i still wait....

I still wait in search of that solitude
that grace that reason for which
'i the queen had abandoned all my subjects
had left them thirsty for a master
and yet all i get is an unending darkness

THe journey is unending
and yet i seek not anymore
i wait for the moments of lightening
to awaken and shock me to realize somehting dat never was
just like i had been astinished by HIM

Swats