Flows by all the time,
but the mind tends to interpret some rhyme.
A state of blankness conceals me
losing own self in the competitive sea.
If I were some floating entity
what would then be my identity?
Clusters of emotions are entangled,
but the curiosity to express, holds the candle.
Life goes on and on,
with us holding the appropriate crayon.
One day a perfect picture of life shall be drawn,
where I got all my goals won.
© Tanisha Taskin