anything under the sun, moon, and stars

lonely sands of time
drifted moist wood ashore
handful of solitary tears
still asking for more

intricate levels of confusion
washed up all aboard
delicate scents of serenity
divides the mind like a sword

freedom from within
coiled up in melancholy
frown with a twisted smile
wrapped up in a folly

waking up once again
wake up from reality
candid and feeling despair
soiled over surreality