Like My Poem

Now, I was walking, all alone It is better for me, I think so. Better to think, to ponder Could be an effort, in vain Could be, I do not know. Sometimes, I do not believe myself I am not at ease with the darkness Creeping inside, with the Diminishing light of the day. Still, Birds chirping, tree leaves falling I could hear a voice of my yesterday Mindfulness is always what I am striving to achieve now, days and nights Without mind, and a body outside. And, Things are obvious and swift Too swift to grasp to reflect on The definition is so narrow in defining The borderline between friend and foe. A thoughtless mind with an omnivorous body. But, Please do not try to infer a meaning out of me Like my poem , I do not make sense, quite awfully.