Reoccurring Thoughts
Reoccurring Thoughts
Often I ask my heart
The reoccurrence of my deluging thought
The more I wonder, the more I am shocked
Of my whimsical pondering wrought
I stay and look back and see myself
Bright eyes wide open with a little help
Bickering over the trivial matter
Hopelessly on the verge of shatter
Return, oh my mind to the cocoon
You will be secure as a boon
Hold it tight and do not let it go
Once an apostle, now a foe
Violent and rampant my mind spins
The holiness of my heart wins
A step towards the sultry and sombre
Is it the reoccurrence of my thought... I wonder.