~Lara~

Do not ask gods why you are trapped in a devil's garden
it's not as if it's what you dislike
a wisp of faint scent of your soul's favorite smell
roses' pallet as dim as the night.


Never complain why you wait too long
it's not as if boredom ever crosses your mind
the bend is a mile of a walk of nothing but a grand trance
have you ever looked behind?


Never ever say that you see none of it
it's not as if you were born blind
only that, you cant vividly envision what far more is there beyond
for you are just in a circling track, pacing back and forth in pitch black.


Do not ask gods why you have little understanding of what seems to be happening
it's not as if you have the slightest urge for things to be understood
even with thy mind so logical can never ever fathom the depth of sultry words and poetry
when each and every of your essence declines.


Never complain of the mystery that you are in
it's not as if you can name your beau
haven't you been weary? have you thought about yourself too?
Because then and only then you'd realize what everything means to you.


Never say good about fancy flowers creeping over you
it's not as if they are not there to take your breath away
even the peak of high hills' falls are to fascinate you
all are but meant for you to sway.


Do not ask the gods why you cant get the reason to leave
it's not as if you do not have
only that it appeals to you much more than that of your reason can spare
its captivating theme of dire soliloquy love.


Never say you haven't asked yourself, “is everything real?”
for you certainly must have
only that you are confused, long kept in the dark


Ask the gods not, for they neither know about it
not until the day, the devil learns how a candle is simply lit.


~ o ~