A Lunatic

I am the ocean full of thirst,

But drinking the rain drop makes me burst,

Exploding in water ejects the dust,

Contaminating the water to its worst.

I am the moon that pull the tides,

But gets drawn out when sun slides,

For passengers of night,I turn to a guide,

But my own wide route,always gets hide.

I am the Forest of leave shedding trees,

Hives are hung but left by the bees,

Aging wood is bowed down to the knees,

Either Gravity is miracle or human heart has squeezed.

I am the owl that thrives at night,

When psychopathy shines at a full might,

My need is never of black or white,

Dim light is only my demand for a flight.

I am the hysteric laughter that aches lung,

And a sharp tongue,beating the music of drums,

My dance floor is made of crystal crumbs,

And moves are aligned with shots of guns.

I am the pain that leads to ecstasy,

Or the old brag of happiness ended in fantasy,

Nothingness of everything is all my recipe,

Bouncing on a rock is only my therapy.