Sitting aimlessly near the window panes
Familiar thoughts run across my mind
Tears being just a synonym to the outside rains
Joy seems to be just an impossible find.
Wondering anxiously about the nature's law
I seem to be blessed with a very selective mind
All that is traceable is fault and flaw
Good memories seem to be an impossible find.
Traumas given importance with faith at stake
Negativity all around cause eyes go blind
Hope being a treasure, difficult to rake
Happiness seems to be an impossible find.
Clouded by unpleasant memories that nag the brain
In the web of despair I get myself entwined
Making things complex, life does not seem the same
I guess a happy mind is an impossible find.
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