vent

i wish i had a canvas to paint,

my thoughts are so crazy,

maybe it would become a perfect picture

but i cannot express my feelings as they

die away before they reach the shore;

into the sea with no coast.

I cannot sing a song or play a tool

cannot build anything or destroy;

nothing to show the world how i feel;

only way i know is to hold them still

till they disappear, never to appear again

I cannot even share a view or a phrase

it causes reactions, circle again made;

best is to keep mum, and thoughts are meant to evaporate

under test of fire, water does the same.

my laughter is for others, silence left inside me

cannot overturn and clean myself, 

thoughts fall undisturbed. 

the battle of life is within oneself, so they say

but who wants the wars, i just want peace