I have superiority in my eyes
Format I believe
They have no control over
What they make things seem like,
Like the dominance of my overflowing thoughts
Which hinders my judgment,
Or
Like withholding the capability of soaking light
Out of every lively moment.
These burdening thoughts make me feel exhausted
For what they make my closest ornament
Look corroded …..
They keep dominating the truth in many situations
This is why they an organ of my consideration,
Rent-free they stay in my head
A tree has now grown
From the bud, I planted yesterday mislead,
They say “slow down and smell the roses”
Little do they know
My garden is devastated
But
The seeds of hope will grow
Through the darkest nights of all times
Making the termination of gloomy sorrow…
