The Place to be.

Is there a place to be ?
Where I can be free !
Of the multitudes of colors.
Beyond the grip of rumours,
Indulging in sharp boundary
Between love and treachary.
There must be some reason
Amidst this poisonous treason.
For all I can remember,
Is a burning pyre
And above it, the black smoke
Of my burning dreams rose
To the point of desperation
I was madly driven.
But I collided.
And now I am wondering,
Is there a place to be..?
Still I dream again.