Holiday

It is the freedom where everyone
Lets go of their worries
Knowing that they need not
Think of such things
And thus they resort to do
Everything that they please
But, alas, their thoughts have
Fleeted away
Like a migrant bird that has
Lost track of its path
And find itself lost forever
They only see the freedom
But not its purpose
What should be the purpose
Of this freedom if
Its guidance has been lost behind
In the stampede within the mind...

Asylum

You once felt safe
Secure, protected
In this haven of yours

But it never came to your mind
That you are all
Alone, abandoned

While you believed your speech
That powerful speech
Had marked in everyone's thoughts

All you really did was to
Escape, flee
Your own mortal terrors

And when you did think
About how foolish your hiding was
You started to shiver

You then imagined what will
Your friends might do
Without your presence

And then you felt anxious
First tearful, then forlorn
Harrowed by your own obstinacy

And so you screamed
Squealed as you realized
The dark room you are in

Is truly a shadowy hell
Made to silence your voice
And you have nowhere to run to
Because you abandoned
Everyone