Diary Of Dreams

What can I say ?
What can I do ?
Why can I face this world ?
In which I must endure
Intimate compulsion
"Legitimate" , you say
But nothing ever prospers
If not the thought is noble
I'm not alone
But still lonely
What else eludes my eyes
Distracted fingers
Regarding others
However impressive words might be
Do they distract me ?
Consider me demented ?!
Disposess my secrets