Enigmatic Cold Thoughts

The cold and dark

surrounding the cold flames.

Flames with dark mystique,

mystique that define the darkness.

Darkness of the thoughts hidden.

Thoughts so vivid but yet so sweet,

speaking of hope.

Hopes like glittering jewels.

Like the fight to freedom,

like the fight of the moon over the gloomy sky-

only to be won by the cold dark moon,

moon like the cold flames

- the enigmatic cold thoughts.

Run to the Wild

and then day one day
I'll have lost
will i win
and into the wild shall i ride
and ride and ride to nature..
sleep on her lap
drink from her breast
feed as the same
and me and nature..
and into the wild i shall ride
away..
hence
i need to lose emotions..
because its the only string attached that
stops me executing..
my plan
i shall run away as society would say
but i shall not run... i shall ride..
and ride away into the wild..
ride as fast as i can
ride as long as i can
until i pass..
pass into the wild
where..
me and nature
can be same