Bolt Poem by Marie Joyce B. Negapatan

I count to ten
'till the next very second
when my mind and heart
collides with life's ideals.
When after all the sweat
from everyday's endeavors,
A brief pause
would carry my feet
back to my imaginary world.

With just a tease
from a chaste shadow,
Are fireworks
of a thousand and one emotions.
Lost in my wilderness of thoughts,
this vehicle that will carry me off
Away from prejudice
to my own orthodox.