Confinment

In the confinement of my pen i groped Mesmerizing in the region of the unknown Upon which i hunger and anger for change Because their is a drop of change in my vein I even have dreams to build landscape in doubts But my cognitive region was invaded By the admiration of guilt and deceit Hence, i became a king conquering illusory Marks by typical defiance Defying the deportation of reality Maybe because i was a teenage king Encumbered with the chauvinism You will not believe, my pen still linger In confinement.