Bright Game

A thin white sheet,
over my head
shuddering with wind
passing filtered light,
The decent harmless light.
The thin white sheet
where I hide.

But it ain't very good.
Mark! its a trap.
It gives me air
but just to survive
not to live this life.
The AC compartment air.
This fixed amount of air.

It offers company,
its lots of customers.
It offers security
and love friendship terms.
This they name life
I do not deny
But Life in white jail.

I want to be out
I try to run
But there are many
to pull back for relations
And hence I swing
swing a lot
in and out in white world.

Today I dream,
I will run
run fast and brave
with all strength.
Run to break
their thin film.
Run to escape.

But what when out,
My dream says Sun
Bright hot Sun
and blinding guns.
But I'm no less Sun
I'm a bright star
Lets then fight, This Star War.

Good Dream says
I'll shine.
It says I'll be complete
It shows bright heaven
lots of air
lots of space
dark and clear

But Bad Dream says;
I'll burn out,
I'll melt as I step out
to a black hole
all of my whole.
So Sad life !
No rock n roll.

But both dreams sound cool.
All fear is hidden.
I'll be risking it all & have fun.
Games ain't just win or loose
but the mid play.
Basic entertainment
is in Adrenaline.