Glancing at the words around,
And scribbling through the paper much,
I walk around with half the thoughts,
I mold apart, all the crunch.
Wondering, what I want life to be,
Questioning, what I want from it,
Bewildered, against all the odds,
Shattered, in the pieces surround.
Speech is not an answer,
Silence has never been one,
Decided, to lite all the emotions,
And rise from the ashes again.