Foolish Tools

Have no means to express sometimes,

What I really want to say.

Insincere is my emotion,

Borrowed are my expressions.

That is why my heart swells with the emotion,

Yet no words burst out.

The mind wraps it in a language,

Yet no lines are penned down.

Have struggled for hours

Fighting against the influence,

Trying to sieve out

That which has attracted the mind,

Making it sing a tune not mine.

Foolish…Oh foolish tool,

Whom do you deceive,

No one but me.

What do you achieve,

Nothing but decorated falsehood.

False you keep me anyway,

Masked in everyday play.

Let me in this endeavor,

Truly be.

Slave you are to art and form,

Caring for praise and scorn,

Forget not Her feet,

For which they were born.