Lost In My Thoughts

I'm an insider, Locked up within the walls of my mind, Wandering around within my head, With many other me; each with his own advice… In a clear language, spoken at the same time. And I never get to understand. Just as a movie hall, Dark and harmless, with a trace of dim light from a blank screen awaiting a display. So is my mind. With my head crowded with multitude of same person, Having the same voice, speaking the same language, Their minds matching forte like soldiers ready for war. Each, striking with whatever he has. All, fighting for same course with different weapons. Seem like a battle field, at the most intensed moment of war. There is never silence. Some screaming at the top of their voices, Others gentle and soft, pleading to be heard. How do I handle it all? All are happening within the four walls. Outside the walls are well painted with bright colors. Decorated with bouquets, With the fragrance of sweet rose covering the activities of the inside as though a blanket, Protecting people from what’s going on the inner. But has anyone ever thought of what could be within the beautiful walls? Only a few did, they made a little enquiry and left, While some hoped that one day, the walls could crack and they’ll have a peep of the inside. But that will never happen. For the walls are strong, Enough to contain the pressure and the heat and beats from the inside. I am the wall. Giving what you need to see, Like a hacked footage, displaying to the viewers what need to see, Conceding the actual events. My world is as the night, A lot of activities going on at the same time. No one knows, because they’re fast asleep. Only the night walkers can know a bit of the happenings. I hear my cries, And I hear a voice consoling me, Sounds like my voice, or who could that be? For I am a loner. It told me to listen to the voices within that I, may find the answers I seek. But how can I concentrate? When I’m lost in my thoughts.