Warm drops drip
Thoughts running this trip
All day and night
My one true rite
I’m alone in this space
With a mind of a maze
Don’t know start to end
It’s all in a bend
Squeezed in between
I’ve forgotten to dream
And I’m lying on the floor
Starting at a knob on the door
I’m stuck
Legs held in this muck
And I’m falling through
No hands to hold on to
It’s all black, and space is spare
To live, I dare
And I see the light
With all my might
And pull myself up
Out of this self-fuck-up,
We call a life
Full of strife
With a few happy days
While the stars hold my gaze
And the moon shines away
Until the sun brings a brand new, fucked up day
(This one is for giving space to all the negative thoughts just as much we aspire to hold positive ones)
-Aditi Shetty
