Swain

In a dream where I have no voice
In my own eyes I search for something gone
I now wish to be a kid again
and dance hassle free in the rain
Let go of expectations fetching pain
Let me run wild under my azzure sky
and with all my strength break this worldly chain
I can stand no longer those satins
kins of mine
staring me in disdain
Let live the the lad who lives inside
Yes,I know the ground has dried
there is no air and I do fright.
But do what I may
there is sorrow in store to fill up my day.
Emphatic are they
and weak am I
I take their blows without a sigh
Aspirations and sadism juxtapose
Me and them
and insolent voices echo
Witness O! witness the smirk/smile
Behold the twinkle in the eye,now filled with pain
Aah! I know you can not
The face is long gone,dead is the swain