You get confused.

But the truth won’t mind,

to make you empty and leave you blind.

Your streets are fuzzy.

But subtle walks will always find,

those narrow paths you left behind.

Your reasons will always tremble.

But the offence of that kind,

will never align the thoughts entwined.

You always crave for the best.

But the worse makes you blind,

leaving no clue how the world is designed.

You are selfish.

But the ‘self’ is never defined,

until the throb of your chest is well refined.

You are wise.

But your knowledge is confined,

within a delusive heart of your boundless mind.

You always complain.

But the world is never unkind,

to those who never try to find.

You forget to smile.

But the grin of that kind,

is the best that has ever shined.

You are afraid.

But the fear for which you whined,

never deserves the worth you enshrined.

You are farsighted.

But you will never ever find,

where your feeble fate is destined.