wonders fill my head as i write this book.
how does my life look.
can i deal with my spook.
what will i do,
i mean when i face doom.
what if its soon.
what if everyone takes me as a buffoon.
is my home really a commune.
while sitting on my bed side i excogitate.
on my life state.
and every action happening and how i relate.
i sit and think there is a pattern to create.
a lot of things conflate.
i think deeply and meditate.
my mind and soul debate.
the things in my head are only wonders.
they keep me awake as the night gets darker.
stars shine brighter.
the sky gets pitch black every second after.
as thoughts flow like water.
all the Who's ,What's, How's, When's, Why's, and the However.
at night my mind is the hardest worker.
it has determination ,drive and pressure.
well i wonder..
okay lets leave that as a… wonder.
