Thoughts flee from the brain-
As I try to grasp at something that makes sense.
The brain which ought to produce these thoughts,
Fail me at this moment.
A dense cloud covers the nerves which carry the thoughts
And the mind becomes a great abyss.
Thoughts float in this abyss in a haphazard manner
And nothing makes sense.
Nothing comes to the surface.
And I try, but to no avail,
To grasp at any random thought.
Any random one that can make sense of the things around me.
But nothing surfaces from the mind.
The abyss which hold my thoughts, mirrors the world I live in,
The world, which I too, will leave at some point,
Just as thoughts have left the control centre of my body.
No one understands this world,
We may try to.
But any questions answered-
Lead to more questions,
Making it an unending circle of the unknown.
An unending circle of searching for a light in the dark abyss.
An unending circle of perpetually looking for more.