You yield for perfection only to realize it was never yours As the mist full of cries..thickens you feel lost but yet comfortable.. For now it's a search for the known in unknown With no hand to hold ..no light to follow... you try to figure out your way & pacify yourself by searching The more you search, the more you lose yourself in the maze A maze of unaccomplised dreams, A maze of created confusions...
Post-its from my mind ...