“Mind could be a beautiful servant or a dangerous master.”
My mind is gloomy place to be,
It’s deep and stormy like the sea.
My mind is complicated maze,
Built by some strange ideas and clichés.
My mind is never satisfied,
It’s often restless late at night.
Overthinking is an enemy, not friend,
it could bring us to a ghastly end.
So many colors on my mind,
So many answers hard to find.
The sun after the rain is bright,
One day, I hope, I’ll make it right.