Where do we go from here is the open question,
raking my brain so hard yet there is only confusion.
Whether to continue or to live a life of seclusion,
can anything be done to this life we call delusion?
Why have so much negativity crept into my writing?
it used to be much more lively and exciting.
Is it just a reflection of state of my mind and soul?
with such heavy heart, how can one expect me to be whole?
Like a toy whose keys has all been unwind,
I stare at the window with an empty mind.
Striving hard to come up with something positive to say,
it looks like this is not likely to happen today.