Somewhere in the dark of night
Lonely I lay, hidden from the world's sight.
I dared tonight and asked my mind,
"Sir,Would you please be kind
And tell me what goes through you
Tell me the story of what where who."
I waited , and asked, and waited,
But I wasn't for the answer fated.
Because the mind just didn’t reply,
Neither accept nor deny.
Why would it feel like the sea shore by the night
Where is seems that you in your plight,
Be the only person around
Trying to, with your thoughts, touch the ground.
Why would it feel like the painted glass,
Full of colours and things to tell, to ask
But exactly water on glass is what the thoughts are
They slip away, leaving you lost and bizzare!
I made the mistake of seeking explanation,
And of contemplating the contemplation,
But all that came were delusory replies
Of what may it be, all full of lies!
“Please for God’s sake, tell me what you think
Oh please, please be my fink. “
I needed to know what I think, feel
Coz somehow it just wouldn’t reveal.
I have been waiting for answers, deranged
Of why everything seems weird, so changed.
And then pat came the reply,
“When I warned, you didn’t comply
And now I refuse to think, to tell
Coz you wouldn’t listen, and then go through hell”
I did not have an answer, a retort
There is nowhere else to go, no resort.
I made the mistake of exploring the unfathomable territories,
And in return made and heard a lot of stories.
The mind just remained as deep and dark,
And no thought from the other was stark.
I surrender my mind, to you
I do not need no answers, no explanations too.