Spoiled

Pierce through the light that falls on my eyes
And reach me in the darkness that illuminates me.
Change the walls of my room,
Colouring them wouldn't work.

For I'm merely failing,
Yet again in imagining
What it used to be.
When I used to breathe the air.

I forgot the reasons,
That I made up myself
For it wasn't easy to convince me.
There were many reasons to that.

Take a wild guess,
And then work all your life
In taming your instincts.
Let that veil of laughter hide.

For I'm merely failing,
Yet again in imagining
What it is
That I'm breathing.
It isn't just the air.