Rise

This mind of mine,
asked me tonight;
What's the most sacred 
thing in your life?


I can live in caves, 
I can burn castles,
I can shoot spades and 
take them as showers.
My eyes look for one thing,
but in all directions.
My rainbows are clustered,
in miracle glasses.
These gems i carry,
obscure every smile;
My hope, i'll be honest,
keeps suffocating inside.
The truth they make me follow,
is a torture to my bones;
Soul, isn't healing,
because it has cracked before.

Oh my mind! 
My truth is blurred.
Depriving me from agile,
the cost of all lessons.
My wisdom gone in wells to drown;
Fingers bleeding me from life
and love.
My forsaken tomorrow is all 
I hear;
Forgive me my mind,
What's my sacred here?


This mind of mine,
smiled through the clouds;
again asked,
What's the most sacred thing
in your life?