My words turn into silence, a mocking portray of emotions underneath.
I try I fight do everything I can, words, they still elude me,
Play hide and seek my heart my mind, laughing away to cynical glee.
No questions asked no statements made, just random thoughts seeking place,
Some place somewhere deep inside, a shoulder to rest, giving solace.
Distress nor happiness, pain neither otherwise, a plethora of feelings breaking free,
Wondering out loud with nothing to say, reverberant thoughts overwhelming me.
Peace and content and noise and commotion, residing in one splitting it too,
Concaving time and space and the world concaving lives, impressions true.
As colours fill the sky with ocular strokes, and everything around with myriad hue,
A voice I hear, a tune is played, soul dancing away to dreams anew.
