Split is my mind, Like a hive. Unable to listen out To survive. Fool who laughs, Dances & mocks. Inept of choice And eyes the jocks. Sage of wisdom, the biggest host. Hoards and hides, When it matters most. But beyond it, Is the Blank. Mix of many, obedient to none. Steals the nectar, which shouldn’t be drank. Poem By Sanjeev 'Cimeries' Retnasingam
Art of Cimeries 