Controlled thoughts.
In the depths of thoughts, I find solace,
When the world around is a mystic maze,
But inscribed on this labyrinths walls,
Truths, the tales of risings and falls.
Out.of.control.
The thoughts which run as free as wind,
Notions, turmoils and turbulent mind,
As sharp as a sword, Swift as a river,
Dangerous as broken shards of a mirror.
How. To. Control.
But I slowly pick those shattered shards,
For I know that sometimes life is hard,
So pick up the pieces, put them together,
For this is the crux of life\'s adventure