A poem a day

Keeps my insanity tamed.

For only few minutes, the world is not what is seems to be.

Leather strips across the painted ocean sky

That breaks in seconds for only one to see.

An alteration of peace or war interrupts a quiet lake.

As we dance through the ripping waves

To drown upon an uneven shore,  

We mix among the many sirens formed from pleasure.

Ignited inside the core of one's experiences,

Our borders never heed to stop trepassing into the world as we know it.