Yearn

So much, so much I want to believe in the world that

I adore and idealize -

in turn, one not where I belong



As much as my freedom of expression portrays of a message

my present is yet not such,

where do I go

how do I stop



is this my desire of a construction of dreams

one that I would never touch -

one fine line, even



My senses are awakened

that was the last that I felt

when I came to the same ground

and left



So much to hope

to gain

to miss by an inch

here you go,


here's for evergreen yearns.