To logic or reason it pays no heed,
Sweet dreams it tries to realize,
Reality it refuses to recognize.
Sometimes wild thoughts gather,
Longing now to live life another,
Dark desires unabashed surface,
Emotions with icy fire they lace.
Sometimes storms wickedly rage,
Soul flutters like a bird in cage,
Taking a flight to reach sky high,
Too eager to be quiet or to low lie.
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