At the end of the day, when I go to sleep
A thought always crosses my mind!
What is it you got? What is it you want?
And then the wretched nostalgia creeps up!
Leaving me with a feeling that I am confined
And then I realize, you don’t have to be alone to be lonely,
For in a crowd of thousand also you are one and only
You don’t have to be illogical to be insane,
For in this madness also there is disdain.
And my mind becomes an abode for confusion
I wonder between reality and illusion!
Then my mind fights back, breaking the shackles
Granting me a control to hold my prattle
Impossible becomes a word undefined
Past happen to a shell left behind
So at the end it’s the mind who’s the master
Heart follows it like God pursued by a pastor!
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