Randomness galore, blurring realities …..
A walk down the thought lane ….. mired in haze …
Plethora of emotions, spitted on the walls….
Nothing legible , yet spiky , long lost reasons still ranting , “Encore” !
A zigzag of contemplations, all in this fuzziness… all in this maze.
Tired of this randomness, tired of being the spittoon
Tired of searching through the labyrinth
The tiny twig called hope, somewhere, raising its heard through the crack
Brave enough to live in the ruin(s)
Want to ride the snake, seven miles length
Want a refuge in sanity, want to get back on the guillotine !!