Life Doesn't Rhyme

Earlier my frustrations

Used to flow as ink.

Now nothing makes sense

The blue or the pink.

Random words fly around

I grab and I trip, they fade

I'm broken and un-found,

My million pieces run away.

I cannot choose which ones to pick,

I can't tell my one self from another.

I don’t know what I shall let slip,

I do not know my heart from the other.

So, shattered I pine,

For an unknown wine,

That I cannot find.

If only, life would rhyme!