That Very Thought

In the darkness of night, creeps in that very thought In the silence of space and time, it hovers over my mind Cuz when there is no other attraction, there is no scope of distraction It is sure of being attended to It is sure of being of utmost importance It finds its way Hardly is it aware that it is an unwelcome guest It simply takes away all peace and leaves behind unrest But then I realize, it's its own zone Where it comes banging in Without any prior appointment And brings me to the verge of moan Only if, I could be determined enough To show it the door So that it couldn't just trespass And torture me any more That strength of the inner self Which makes one endure Those mystics who know the techniques One day, I would learn from them for sure.