Lost
Aug 25, 2017 · 1 min read
Lost in the maze of time
Searching for thyself in the mist of dreams
I am the stone that topples with river
No mission, No vision, No destination
The purpose of my existence is still unknown
The dark black hole inside has grown
Every breath I take, nags me to think
Was I created just to be merry and drink
I meditate to get off the numbness
To feel the feelings stuffed deep inside
Someday I will know why I am
Until then, I promise not to give in



