Kismet

I'm frustrated.
Frustrated that I
Can't express my dreams.
They are locked inside my head,
Where hey dance and flicker
And mock me by refusing to manifest
Themselves.

I'm about as articulate as a doorpost.
I want to paint, sing, write
About these fantasies in me;
The darkness and sensuality,
But it is Kismet.
Kismet will not allow me eloquence.
So I must remain a mute.
But for how much longer before I
EXPLODE?