Off with your head

My plastic cased computer,

A box full of chocolates on offer.

and something that I believe in.

I fail and I'm wrong at times,

I seek help because I exist here with you.

My eyes looking beyond the lines of gray;

I'm not really here!

The blue velvet sheet that you care about,

And the fake plastic flower on the pot,

And the little bird in the cage,

They don't make you shine.

You chased a raging storm, lashing with a flail.

Devastated in the end.

You can't look up now.

You're pained by truth.

Time sweeps everything .

Sun can burn everything.

I hope your dreams are alive still

Dreams you'd weaved without any inhibitions.

And you say this is incomplete.
You come back.