euphoria.unattained.

these fingers longed to tap on the keyboard,longing for her muse
her mind is empty, as the heart turns cold,
sipping the cup of coffee,playing songs as bitter as coal,
when the telephone rings, she trottled down like a stupid donkey,
a stubborn mule, abiding to the ridiculous rules!

We aren't your puppet, mind you!
perhaps, i;m just too sensitive, but isn;t that what a poet should?
it all comes to an end now, i;m sorry for my time is up,
when the world is cold, i might as well follow suit,
we're all just the wild dogs, none any wiser, or even with a soul.

given a week or two, we might be strangers again, nodding on streets,
just another familiar mask, among the pool of deceits,
slaved and bowed to the root of evil, this i've had enough of it!
where art thou humanity? left us all searching in vain,
perhaps an euphoria will remain unattain once again?