Paradox

I have open arms, thoughts locked in a box,
So many sounds in heart, but it's my mind that talks,
Colorful dreams, shallow reality,
I speak of truth and the world just mocks.

New faces everyday in the looking glass,
A vague sense of superiority and class,
For this vanity has no certain end,
And all I'm doing is to pretend.

I try to rise up in the sky,
With years of struggle, I've learned to fly,
Yet igonred in value, weighed in worth,
I am a free bird dragged down to the earth.

If you think of one, I am the next,
An old book full of muddled text,
What's outside me is only hoax,
And what's inside is a paradox.

© Dixit Bhatta 2015