I count to ten <br />'till the next very second <br />when my mind and heart <br />collides with life's ideals. <br />When after all the sweat <br />from everyday's endeavors, <br />A brief pause <br />would carry my feet <br />back to my imaginary world. <br /> <br />With just a tease <br />from a chaste shadow, <br />Are fireworks <br />of a thousand and one emotions. <br />Lost in my wilderness of thoughts, <br />this vehicle that will carry me off <br />Away from prejudice <br />to my own orthodox.<br /><br />Marie Joyce B. Negapatan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bolt/
