Locks

Unadulterated me

Held down by conflicts, chained to my feet.

Flightless dreams compel me,

Nightmares as I sleep.

As to why I conflict, mumble, toss and turn,

I'm looking for ambition, a dream with wings I so yearn.

I have an idea, the mind is where I dwell,

but for the hell of procrastination I pissed on concerns of the self.

The vanity of my laziness, consuming all my time,

I need to polish myself, let this ambition shine.

But can you tend to my wounds, of self introspection,

or is it just pity, primarily self deception?

I need to breed dreams, ses pools of optimism,

 this restless teasing, just begets this cataclysm.

And so...

What?

what should I do, f**k my ambition, give it the boot?

Maybe I'm crazy, delirious it seems,

chained while chasing these impossible flightless dreams...

Reviews

[Adam Lain]

Definitely should be "breed".

[Miss Fox]

"but for the hell of procrastination I pissed on concerns of the self."
oh, how sharp and clever.

by the way, is it "bread dreams" or "breed dreams"?