All roads lead to you

Like a mad man without a plan, slightly insane, dancing in the rain, pixilated dreams like shallow streams, leave me bemused, restless, but amused, but my soul is tried from those bullets fired, when loved ones depart, leaves holes in my heart, as guns aren't coded, when locked and loaded. Those memory lanes, flying paper planes, despite grey storms, we had strong platforms. I wrote my deep quotes on lost paper boats, like a budding rose nobody knows. Echoes of my mind are not always kind, as crows examine soul's rainless famine. This sun never shields in desolate fields. Yet, I know it's true, all roads lead to you. Anacreontic verse is an Ancient Greek lyrical form, consisting of 20- to 30-line poems with three to five syllables per line. Developed by 6th century B.C. poet Anacreon. A form that emerged during the height of the dramatic, musical, artistic, and poetic culture. The poems revolved around themes of love, infatuation, revelry, festivals, and observations of everyday life. They do not normally rhyme, but I like the challenge.