the silliest excuses,
the unreal fantasies,
the murkiest situations,
and the most audible silences.
Drawing nigh,
the sudden byes,
the pain followed,
and the ego swallowed.
The forlorn figure,
the uncalled rigor,
the righteous apology,
and the shaken psychology.
The past flashes,
the seethe digresses,
the heart blares,
the bliss appears,
and on the cleave,
the joie de vivre.
The mind saves a lot,
enough to goad,
the perpetual ache,
in the ordinary wretch.
Don't ask,
be blind,
for there's a lot to be explained,
in the mind!
