O! The thoughts of mine,
Flowing out through the walls of the mind.
I wonder why?
Why none seems to hold meaning?
For the weary minds.
All is banal.
Mundane to the very core.
Though life wasn’t sucked out,
from their very hearts.
Still they cease,
Cease to know,
Cease to understand the purpose,
For what they were here for.
Oscillate as they always do,
Fickling from one to the other two.
Never knowing what was hidden,
Yes! Hidden, beneath the superficial show.
Confused they will ever be.
Hope is for them who dare to look beneath,
where lies the force that creates the fort.
Fort that emanates from the turmoils behind the eyes.
Let them be,
Let them see.
Only if they know,
What actually watching means to be.