In the desert of my thoughts,
where all is empty, and my imagination hovers,
finding nowhere to rest on,
my heart is lost in my 'wander'
In the wilderness of my fears,
all I could see and discern are my rights and wrongs,
while all I hear are lyrics unsung.
I lost my courage and confidence.
Lost in the last minutes of silence,
with broken resilience,
The only option is to retrace my steps,
the path where I was from.
I have to go back,
from the last junction I remembered,
make my bad, good,
And make my good even better.
Diary of a lost guy
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.