Illogical

Am asking a fish to fly

And a little bird to swim

While they are paralyzed, I wondered why?

What could possibly be wrong with them?

Even though, all probabilities do exist.

Still remains one end that I cannot twist

It's all within my own head.

Where logic had retired, and sanity had fled.

All are demons of my own creation

Some newly born and some through reincarnation

And how to keep them away?

If they shall, forever, stay.

Lie to me? I don't want to take the blame.

Tell me that in 4 years, it's not going to be the same

Save one light from my broken rainbow

Above the tower with the messed up window

But, with all the scars that they engraved,

Can a dead soul ever be saved?