Things going through my mind Not a single satisfying end or solution to a conundrum of thoughts One weaves in through the other They do not make sense Still they are persistent The mind seems under a spell Assuring the thoughts to be dear Wipes off the sleep from my tiring eyes In a fruitless quest to make things right In a desperate attempt to see the light And when the glory and might of an ideal thought is gone It seems worthless to go on and on When there is no passion within You go empty as if you have never been To be reminded that this cannot for sure Go according to what you plan This makes me feel content That there is an Upper Hand. By: Aaliyah Alam