A boy without ambition

 TO ALL THE FISHES, SOME TOUCHED BY MY HAND & OTHERS BY MY HEART........ Ah! What a life you fishes You're such lovely riches! Men wanting your beauty Copied your colours for their woman. The painters crave your combo The birds climbed your fins to wings. Your shape is the bee and the bird, Those gills without chills, Nobody knows your skills, For you have a lovely skill! 

 In the far away mountains, I am, To behold the beauty of the horizon. The scorching sun had made its mark, So did I find shade to my feet. Fumes of white clouds from the peaks, Makes one forget the valleys seen. Cool air relaxing the bosom, My beloved had come to thy heart. Pebbles on the way seemed quite old, The brook flowing, making music. The Hillock- a strange place Everything big seems so small. A crazy heart that I have, I care not for my peace. Crickets & Hoppers seeing, Birds & Bees following. I've never been a warlord, Just been to see the mountain lord.

 Caught in the delusions of the two worlds, one of his mind, one of the seemingly actual! A few sought power to rise & some after clairvoyance. Both doesn't seem to fulfil  A heart with a hundred desires. Many behind a religion & rank, This, a tale of a young man! Or every man who was young.

 Childish boys & girls to be, Prudish men & women! Seems arduous & nebulous, To be malicious & promiscuous! Wanton virgin sex, An everlasting vex! So much on the apex, A desire to flex, Just a funny reflex!