Like mine ? Does it tell you things, Which your mind already knew, But still wanted to, Think about and get a clue ? Does your soul feel alive, Without taking a dive, In past or future, Rather in what seems like now ? Does your mind play games, With you and your day dreams, About thoughts and feelings, That you would prefer deeply buried ? Does your mirror mention, About the look in your eyes, Which your soul acknowledges, But your mind denies ? Does your breath, Talk about sensations, That were once your freedom, And are now bindings to the past ? Does your face show, The lines of maturity, And the look of understanding, That conveys your core, And the ulterior decor ? Does your stomach ache, And then give you pleasure, To remember and forget, That which could stay back never ? Do your feet get tired, Treading along this journey, Filled with twists and turns, And diminishing lanterns ? Does your li...
I bleed my heart on paper through words.