I hear a cracking sound and my mind always engages.
It is high pitched sometimes and sometimes it hushes inside a pillow.
Source of the sound is never found which excruciates
a simpleton who every night becomes hollow.
I wake up and fuel myself with the exploits of the night before
and slowly smile to give my strength away.
The more we smile the lesser truth comes to shore
as eyes do spill the secret pathways.
Broken but yet to be shattered; Yet, I do say.
The more I try for my ambitions they penalize the audacity.
Yet, once again, I try to walk my preferred way
for I see a beautiful future in my vicinity.