A stream of thoughts clouded my brain,
mutating into questions that are uncertain,
A nostalgic time travel resulting my energy drain,
Branching dilemmas that are hysterically vain.
Oh my brain, Aren't you a child?
A child that finds hard to accept the truth.
After all the emotions we have gone through,
Yet you crave for the same again.
Sometimes you grow like a sparkle of hope,
Yet sometimes you wither in a despairing tone,
Of all the voices and fragments you are,
Oh my life, aren't you a beautiful lie!
When deciding becomes tough and hard,
Isn't it easy not to decide and relax,
Though some decisions are best left undecided,
Let life resolve in due course of time!