I am leaving my poetic interludes at the mercy of a corporate mogul.
And I have sang the notes my heart has scribbled onto a shiny plastic disc.
I am closing up my forked road for the time being, because for once, my heart would like to taste the truth without the silver lining.
My heart seeks its own kind of validation, and for that, it risks the chance of being crushed underneath its heavy, shiny dreams.