It's Only Me

Mind is stratified in the maze of complex design, in all living beings the strata of different hues align, making the unique psychic patterns not ever unified, in the maze of complex design, mind is stratified. In the fold of mind’s layers many dark secrets hide, probing search can’t find them from the world outside. The reticent subconscious silent mind never cares, many dark secrets hide in the fold of mind’s layers. I am a lonely prisoner, captive of my own making, all known faces in the memory lane I see receding. A cocoon of introvert seclusion coiled by senses inner, captive of my own making, I am a lonely prisoner. It’s only me, turning to a Narcissus, I always see, the luring mirage escorting my deserted heart thirsty, that reflects on the enticing lake of the oasis of ecstasy, turning to a Narcissus, I always see, it’s only me. July 8, 2020 For Brian Strand's Contest : Completely Your Choice (20)