Is it?
In my den I lay,
Bothered by the way people brawl…
Thinking whether whatever just happened,
Was my fault or not?
With this confusion,
Confusing me for ever more…
Thought it was my task to keep sanity intact;
When it never was!
Nothing seems to be fair;
Everything just hauls me in deep…
Deep enough to lose my mind and morality;
Am I crazy? – I hope not!
Grabbing my sanity,
Distorting it into unfortunate lunacy…
Savior spirit lost amidst destructive obsessions;
What should be done?
I know not any more,
Why in bother do I burn?
When joy reigns in the exteriors of my dull den;
Should I step out?
Alluring!
Yet moving on is tragic,
For in ways reality rules existence...
It isn’t viable to expunge lives that are complex,
Is it??
