Conversation with my own self

O my stupid fellow I'm just few furlongs away From my happiness, There is a poetic dove Perches inside me. I'll write there What I'm feeling And also the stolen moment Of the peaceful surrounding. I want to sail A solid drop of my thought To make ocean of My very own deeds, I want to pat On the back of air To spread my vision So imagery and clear, O my stupid fellow My very own heart Let me carve Tomorrow On today's horizon To unlock the door of happiness I exhausted totally Want to skip harsh today Want to forget painful past.