I am this mediocre writer
Who wants to build
An exceptional world so dear.
Please let me be
Here, in this beautiful space
Where lines stretch from gaps and silence.
Acceptance is weak, someone said,
I accept it, as I accept the world
Just as it is, unafraid.
But if thoughts are things
Words, expressed beings
Eldorado can spring out, dance and sing.
Most of us are secure, safe typecast
Caged within with inert wings
The rest who dare are outcast.
I don’t have enough intelligence,
In the middle, I write with limited strings
That déjà vu reality cannot make sense.