i never choose this.
lost in my fairyland,
the dreams of a great empire falling,
with undue lost of hope.
it was you i had become.
in sweet memories comes a better life,
but with forgotten dreams that were a dare to others.
my desire for the crown on the hera,
became an echo from the other side.
A nameless soul full of talents.
And here i am twenty years later
in a slient room of sacred voices,
wondering why i left them so
in pursuit for the black suit.
apologising to the muse for my ignorance.
the rare gift.
but i tried,
but it kept calling.
seasoning more juice to my holy grail.
enlarging its creativity.
not letting me give up,
the memories of child drawings and inked papers,
the days of glorying imaginations
my forgotten ones.