What eyes have cast a bad spell On me. I do not know. I stand in front Of the mirror often and smile. What shadows have colored My beliefs. I do not know. I question myself often and sigh. There are doodles in the Last pages of the notebook. There's a name dancing on my lips, I don't want to say aloud. Fresh bloom of roses in my garden. The lilies are open for an affair. What witch has unleashed her Enchanted cats on me, My head full of rats is on riot. The resistance inside asks if It can bell the cat and I almost budge To the onslaught of demands but Something tells me to loosen up A bit. I do not know what makes Me go crazy these days- Just wanna throw my hands In air and artlessly dance.