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Shy

Got the song in my head,
Running like a cassette,
And I feel my wings spread out wide..
Got the breeze in my bones,
It's keeping me going,
As I feel the pulse just coursing..(coursing)
Where did you go, that voice of mine,
Playing levels of tricks inside..(inside)
Where are the miracles you make?
Where are the chances you take?
Are they just throttled, choked up,
In that throat of mine? (mine)
All effusion which could become me,
Just stays within, hoping to be free..
Hoping to be free..

Long days, tired hands, but the spirit can stand
The test of time, it's running away with me,
But it just coughs up within, not ready to be free.
Not ready to be free..

 So you think I am shy,
Well, that's a strange epithet,
Because I'll own I'm not shy enough
To keep my dreams to my chest..
I will let them all soar in the sky,
Making a rainbow up so high,
I can hear myself speak but the voice just
Stays inside.
You can try all you want,
Beckoning it to narrate
Umpteen adventures, treasures of treasures.

The phoenix of dreams, energy and hopes,
Is rising, once broken, now awoken, from the ashes.
Watch the flames draw patterns in the sky,
If only you could see the sky,
The sky that I see.

 Moments too bewildering,
For ambitions to find a way through..
For plans to concrete,
For words to be muttered, said,
Or even sighed.
And then the world,
Too puzzled, with all the paradoxes,
Decides to quit,
And calls me, (calls me)
Shy...

I have words to pen, thoughts to think
Dreams to chase, characters to invent,
Words to allow to be free in the breeze..
But musing over so much, and gallons more,
Doesn't just, sparingly,
Give me the opportunity.
The opportunity.

 P.S.: Since this poem is not in line with my regular style, I won't even call it a poem. It's my first attempt at the lyrics of a song, which you can give any tune that suits it best!!
Happy Reading Folks!!
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