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
