Fickleness

Posted by akhandsi on December 8, 2016 · Leave a Comment

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.

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