Days and years passed
In the natural flow of time
Along with the memories and choices.
The wideness of my thoughts shortens
As if a change has happened.
Pain kills the blanket of happiness
Inside the chamber of a true heart,
The one with a bloodless face.
But later, I think like an idiot,
And found a supremacy over my creativity
Again and again with a hoe.
At the end of that day,
I realized, I’m so unique
In a miraculous world of experiences.