In my mind, a land of lucid domain, I reign,
The sole painter, where boundless creation attain.

My imagination, a realm of vast creativities,
In the core of thought, mixing and blending diversities.

No fears, in a line the essences drawn,
Curiosities sharpen, mesmerising unknown.

Darkness and light, moon and sun, love and hate, joy and pain,
Cunning and nurture, beautiful and sly, senses of refrain.

The world, a canvas of life, colourful shades,
The gallery of behavioural art well portrayed.

How dangerous you are my wandering minds,
The heart, your one-sided lover, in manipulation, forever abide.


© 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑧𝑎𝑤𝑖𝑐𝑐𝑎