Three voices, Four riddles

Three voices don’t let me sleep.

What do I want?

What does society expect from me?

What do I expect myself to do?

Four riddles are never solved.

What do those people think about me?

Do they really care to think about me …..

or anything else?

Why am I thinking about what they think about me?

Echoes from graveyards of thoughts move around

In the guise of ghosts disturb reality as it is today.