It talks to me tonight.
Stepping back, I observe
How every emotion goes its way.
By habit, at times, taught to be happy or sad.
Stepping back, I weed out
The imagined chains and cages.
Never knew when they crept in and stayed.
Moments and people flit in and out.
Much like thoughts, real and about.
Changes inside me change them.
It’s like I live an unreal dream,
Joys and demons, haunting me together.
Such shades, our mind has.
Yet to fully grasp the fact
That I weave reality every moment.
And abundance stays beyond a blink.