My own world As without sleep I look, As without stable mind I am As without much afterthought I reflect, The need for a concerned mind, Even as I walk in my own world. Walking in my own world, A daily endeavour, As without an exultant spirit, Without any conviction Even in placement of the sweetest realm ever, It’s still my own world As even without comfort, Defined is my mentality, In my own world. Comfortably slipping through, Lifes daily challenges, Still in my own world. As without glamour, In a world without humour, Holding no armour, Yet bearing a permanent smile, And crossing every hurdle, With an ease, as though, It is only a simple test: Because it’s my own world. As without meditation, In my mind lies a thought, A wonderful assumption, Of an imaginary bump, A bump of aspirations for greater heights, To live in an air of satisfaction, Lingering a bit longer, Yet only living longer, To witness my own world. As without strange feelings of loneliness, As without the feelings of isolation, In being away from the outside world, Wherein far more lively than several encounters, From the harbour of an alien mind, Because it’s my own world. As without looking down upon companionship, Even living outside the unconquered world, Without choice I reside in my own world, Achieve the unachievable, And face the unrealisable. I would wish for nothing more Than to pray for an advancement Of my unavoidable attachment, With my own world beyond today!
Posted on: Tue, 30 Sep 2014 19:52:32 +0000
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