Mutations

Today’s dreams insulated from the outside vagaries.

Cocooned and cherished in many sleepless nights.

Poised for the day it can see the sunlight and break free.

To change into a strong desire, nudging around to bloat.

Basking in the newfound freedom, as radiant as morning glory.

A stronger wish to fulfilment takes over, overpowering senses.

Trampling everything that comes on its way to march towards damnation.

Only to writhe and drop down like insects in a spider web.

And while one lies abandoned in a corner, another is in the making.

To lead a vicious circle of mutations from dream, desire to damnation.