scarecrows are meant to frighten,
by birds who dares to make an end.
my mind tends to light torches everyday,
to scare my sorrows away.
a heart, sinking into the deep sea.
endless creatures approached me.
someones child is caged in my mind,
i hear a whisper, "what am I here to find?"
i tend to wake up and cope,
hoping to see the terrace of hope.
when will this cycle end?
i doubt it will ever bend.
the sun gives me a warm embrace,
the clouds starts making a face.
this is a moment I adore,
a reason why my mind shouldn't sore.
- remy
