Oblivion

Nothing legit than
One listening to Beirut by Ibrahim Maalouf,
Angst escaping reality.
When you look out of the window,
Seeking the unknown self, 
In the Meadows, landscape to urban ruins.

When nothing exist 
But you and your mind,
Racing each and every thought,
Now loud and clear,
With coalescing and evolving realist oblivion.

That feeling of the unknown and unseen,
Yearning eyes meet stranger things and times people in vain or a happy soul,
Admist the obscurity.

Lost and found at the same time. 
Time seized in the minds to keep thou in loop, 
And one sees the world come down crashing like a bird from the sky,
Who was in flight too far, so long.
Until the reality struck for which 
It believed to be free.