This world is a bewildering enclosure of varied thoughts

Some are haywire, some are directional

Some evoke extreme emotions

Some are musings of the irrational

These thoughts form a knot inside my scattered brain

I seek my being, I seek my liking

I seek my wandering virtues in the dwindling path

And loosing myself evokes that sleeping wrath

I close my tired eyes

My eyelids have marks of distress

I aspire infusions of silent peace

But where is repose? There is abundant unrest

The narrator in me strives to breath

But the rancour rise, there is pain, there is rage

And as my imaginations set out to perish

I beseech to hold me, before I disengage

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