Spending time on my mind,
thinking, dreaming, imagination the stories happened with me in past time.
Writing my life in my lines.
dreaming to hard to search for a site,
lighting the electricity in my mind,
forming and shaping the spots, which is blind.
Thinking and thinking, I didn’t get any form of light,
I put my thought and tried to light up my plight.
I want to discover more and write what i thought,
satisfaction is important for me, none of thought works for me.
I try hard, write and delete the pages i wrote
keep on writing and erasing my words.
nothing was soothing for me,
I ended up writing the situation i fought.