Sometimes my senses....

....dont support me

my thoughts lack

they go for a walk

and dont get back

The fire ablaze

takes me away

My dreams on a spark

Nothing they say

The passion in me

wants to explode

with ropes and hopes

I get on board

Set to move and make a mark

All i see is wholesome dark

I yell for my senses 

and they refuse to turn

Looks like a stage on fire

everything might burn

With lot of courage

And a sword on my back

That gut in me

is set on track

I walk a step ahead 

The monster right there

Appears that he'll gobble me away

I'm walking on a string

A string made of feathers

The world is all asleep

Even the heat withers

My senses don't support

I cant scream

Cant even see

All I can do is dream

While destiny challenges

And fate is scorning

My eyes get back 

And I see its morning.