The World so Abstract
Why does the world feel like an oxymoron?
They say world is simple yet a marathon!
They say don't ever give up come on!
Yet many of the people just forgone.
Why do my statements feel paradoxical?
I love to imagine yet words come real.
I believe in the phrase, think before you speak
Still, I find melodious words playing hide and seek.
Why do my experiences feel like a repetition,
Instead of consonants the shortcomings form alliteration.
Why does it feel true if it is just hallucination?
Thinking if it has already happened causes perplexion.
Why do I find myself as a transferred epithet?
Am I cheerful person, or it is just my dopamine?
Am I a lil insighted or it is just my mind?
What I wonder most is what the heck is 'I'??
Why does my life feel personified?
The passion here whispers and the time flies...
When alone, the silence knocks while the nostalgia mocks,
And then my mind and heart have a nice talk!
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