we are mysterious,
we reject the desires and instincts
of our guiding heart;
instead, we choose to dwell in fear.
The art we are adept in,
seems like a passing fling;
say the dejected ones-
perhaps, a flaw in design.
I have come back to break the walls,
there is no room for anxiousness;
Oh self, you take me places,
I look up,
and aim for the uncharted worlds.