A Sandwich situation

To breath, to sleep are something I need, neither the pillow nor the bed, nothing gives comfort to me indeed.

Want some peace, want some life but the headwinds are stopping to live.

Neither the words nor the wars nothing gonna clear the illusion of the tear.

I want to fly high in the slumber,

Slumber that makes easy to survive.

Slumber, slumber the word I recite and decision to take is the tedious job that I fight.

Eye wanna rest, mind wanna test but my heart is too timid to run in the race.

The race of truth, the race of faith and I want such life free of lie.

Who is right and who is wrong these are the queries for the innocent Jury.

The jury named heart that always gets hurt but facing through the world by gathering beads of hope in its Garland.

The hope is facing challenges while moving

yet being testing with persons of cheating.

She wants to find out the mystery of the myth

but it is too strong to strike.

There is one thing that she keeps in her mind, only the time will heal the struggle by moulding over the wound of bubble.

A morning of solutions will come with a breath and will give me a night of pretty slumber where the peace, the peace only I solicit.