Every day I see people worked up
Looking for something, searching
Cursing, complaining, swearing…
I look at nature,
the clouds moving, the sun hiding
The birds happily chirping away
I look in the mirror, standing, staring
Looking happy and content
Maybe I should die
Thoughts manifest into reality
the feeling you give out
comes back to thee
Numb, lost, immature
unable to comprehend
what world, emotions
I sought answers; road to my destination
the burden of questions heaving onto me
attempts to shake off everything
friends with solitude; company!
What would reflect back, I wonder!
Emptiness? Numbness? The answers I seek?
A detailed map to my destiny?
Some moonbeams as company?
The dark veil of moonless nights
Shroud for all the misery