Singularity

Ahh! What a bliss to retire myself from the day,
Trying to renovate the remains of what is left.
After all it's home, the place I love!
Stepping across the holy threshold,
Turns my intimidations into doves.
The artful sensation guides me to my paradise;
Where I lie on the bed, with my eyes wide open,
Thinking of boatman rowing through the dampness of my eye,
Throwing nets around my pupils to catch the non - existing visions.

A portal into the land of dreams;
I make myself a lurking myth.
I might stay like this forever,
The river of my pen may end one day,
But it will leave behind...
A hidden legacy,
That no one will ever know.