I always feel lost on this stream
The one where I tossed my dream in its depths
Yes, it never ceased or quenched my zeal
When I tried to end it all on a whim
Even I could tell I was a wimp

I never understood why I would lie to myself
Every time my pen touched a book in itself
My feelings came alive in the words it would write
Every word creating a mirage of experiences
And those string of words...