True Irony

Different thoughts, all I see

Word to word varies, even if they are not free

Confused time never knows, what all it may do

Even the trustworthy expression can bring lies to mind

So close to love, but still alone to cry

So lost to lose, when so blind

Walking through the sand, then why the path is lost

But after achievement, why even slight breeze looks like a cost

I guess its all in my mind but not an illusion

All we do is not always reflex but sometimes intuition