A blank document and zillions of thoughts
Lots of “what if” and “what not”
Pondering aimlessly, wandering directionless
Laughing from inside on my own shamelessness
I’ve been lost; I’ve been lonely – but responsible for it
solely
Looking in the rearview mirror - all I see is dust and dirt
As if life was playing a game of flirt
Yet, there seems to be a light at the end of this tunnel
Though I’m afraid I’ll find only dust and rubble
Going all the way seems to be the only solution,
Only if my resolve doesn’t face any more dilution
Finally I’ve made up my mind, should really be one of its
kind
Looking in the rearview mirror, this time I smirked
A fresh start, a soulful journey – life moves on like steam
from chimney
A calm mind and cool wind blowing in my face,
Seems to be the focal point of solace.
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