sorrow

There may come a sorrow sorrow unto,
I am like a plastic clay.
I edit it as you wish,
your will inadvertently bends.
I'm pliable maybe someday,
sometimes it pains to pieces.

Revolts, sometimes,
I get lost in the path,
Then you take control of the road again,
the right path to go.

Already screaming the Milky Way, sing space,
Sea expansive appeal,
lost souls
whisper in the wind.
They complain about the sounds
at night in my dreams I hear.