And Then...

Restless I am... for what,

I dont know,

and that makes me even more restless.

a 1000 questions bombarding my mind,

pieces of my thoughts, shattered...

what do i do picking these, all scattered...

will i ever find answers? will i ever trust,

that the answers i find, are answers afterall.

what did i do? what i am doing?

what i ought to do? and for whom?

will i ever have a chance to get back,

if i realize that whatever i did,

was meaningless afterall.

will these lengthy preludes of breath,

go useless, without any music afterall?