Happiness besieges me
Every follicle of my being rumbles.
Rumbles to the sounds of jewels being found.
Rumbles to the sounds of waves splashing as I write.
A pirate steals my words .
A pirate steals thy words from my sleep.
When will I rest- finally rest with the dead?
The death of my words will be the birth of my sanity
I pray to the above or below, make me sane!
Take my words .
And let me be free.
Steal from me till nothing is left to steal
Nothing but the remnant's of a gypsy-soul I've grown to tolerate.
Take my words for they are not mine .
The words belong to my dreams and the clichéd stars.
Alas I am the pirate who stole from my dreams.
CUFF me. SENTENCE me. For- I am a thief.
Revert me to a reckless child throwing a rock in a pond.
One bounce. Two bounces. Alas, a stubborn attempt at a third.
Perhaps then happiness shall besiege me again.