In this moment, the moment of confusion
There is this world on my palm
Fragile and conserved.
I waive my hand to this abyss
And I wonder if there is someone as little as me on this earth
Was I supposed to be this confused
A little reckless and recluse
How am I stuck here ?
When the world I knew has disappeared
Is it the dream of happiness
Or the sorrow of dreams
I am lost like a little child
Adrift into this strange stream.
© Akhand Singh, 2016 © An Empty Glass, 2016

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