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