Rarely my eyes are dry,
It's obvious for me;
Though i always keep on try,
But no one gives me comfort, Nobody.


Always just trying to find some peace,
But my mind love to make me tease;
Whenever I try to sleep,
My brain love to make me whip.


They always Perseiute me,
But it's all illusion that i see....
© T.B.SOLUM