When they fought, I chose not to fight.
When they cried, I thought there is respite.
When they loved the wealthy and the wise,
I knew there is a reason for some being otherwise.
Amidst, the squibbles and squabbles of life,
My candid nature kept me alight.
But then came doubt, I did my self.
I did my nature, I did my health.
I doubted everything I felt.
And on I went to change my self.
I tried to turn the course of the stream,
Not knowing I was only killing a dream
Of little joys and profound realm,
On I went on broken whelm.
I had walked too far still heed less,
I reached a place where thoughts are need less,
What thought is it if not for good?
I reached this place and did for good.
Where walls are thick and wells too deep,
I scratched and scraped but couldn’t peep.
And in the walls I saw a shadow of myself.
but the shadow is what I had become myself.