I struggle hard to finish a verse,
Mind a pathway, to a gazillion thoughts;
Mind a pathway, to a gazillion thoughts;
Unable to follow a direction to converge,
Words slipping into an endless naught!
Lost, I try to make sense in my chaos,
An anchor, to help me define;
Relentlessly, they roam back and forth,
Peace exhausting to find!
Indefinite, is how long it feels like,
Entwined, by infinite loops;
Hands, that seem to have gone blind,
In a clock, that never stops!
They say, after a tower crashing moment,
Our life, takes a new true direction;
I only hope that, after all this lament,
Happiness, is a part of my new dimension!
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