Like weed overgrown
in a garden long unkempt
or birds finding their cage
left open unknowing
Ideas creep up on me,
fly past me
Not sparing me even
the seclusion of my dreams
Some beseech me to save the world
others tease to add life to mine
Still some more take me on their wings
to behold the world as I don't get to see
What I make of them each,
take one at a random pick
and sit upon in solitude, to incubate
a story that's not mine but me
Living I were as if
only half a life while awake
The other half waiting for me
to open my eyes
And see life for what it is
no bird, no garden ravaged by weed
but a celebration I miss
burying myself in the mind.
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