The dreams of desolation!!!

The caged soul, in the smoky room...
Left alone to fight his desolated imaginations...
Only the half filled ashtray to strike a conversation...
The interaction took a new dimension....

The figments of his artistry...
The aspirations of his voyage...
The logic of his inspirations....
Wants to cross the cryptic institution...

Ideas oozed of his placid mind...
Uncontrolled as the rush of the volcano...
Wondering the depth of his imagination...
Explored the courage of his light...

Questioning every bit of his reality...
Aspiring for the wonderland...
Where Alice was the only hermit...
Running around in his fantasy, seeking the permit...

The half burnt spliff...
Shooting the inquiries to his dualistic mind...
The half filled ashtray....
Mocking his situation with distressed sarcasm...

When the silent conversation broke...
The intellect of the raved soul, started to glow...
When he asked the question...
“Why shouldn’t I flow”...