Waked Mind

Eyes staring rooftop every night,

Something suspicious I don't feel right.

Body is fully tired to its height,

Still not able to sleep situation getting a fright.

What to do of this waked mind

Who is thinking all the time?

Things getting worse,

My mind flirts.

I am playing the words,

It's lurking tonnes of blurs.

It's something different this time,

It's something strange but kind.

Lust is getting all the shine,

Love is faith which is perfectly blind.

And my mind sucks 

because it's always thinking all the time.

This waked mind

Who is kind,

It's clever but tiring me all the time.

I am writing things short and tight,

As this mind is dining with this midnight.