It's like the little mind inside me
Minds not about my inner well being
Will stress for the things which are not in my hands
I will be worried about things not that significant
I'd be in my own world of misery
A beautiful creation of mine
Tearing into my ideas, destruction and the rot

It is just a small aspect where I got a setback
It could not have been the end of the world
But here we go into deep dissection
Let's find the reason which are unreasonable
Every person is distinct, their story to in some intersection
I have to be mindful of mine and them
Not everything has to be so serious

I feel the calmness, it is intrinsic within me
There is no doubt deep within, I know everything is transient
And need to be set free
This little mind is not mindful of bigger things
This is a step, the journey yet incomplete
World rotates, So do everyone
It's moving always, the sun shines back in the east.

isn't it strange, that you meet yourself in different people, in new faces,
The person you witness and become, the imprint remains
It is part of you, subdued but brewed like cyclonic wind
Decode others with empathy, look beneath the eyelids
The door to the soul, it looks just like mine
From the exterior, what is, all these coverings?
We have hidden the warmth quite beneath everything.

When it's my time to go
do I go alone ?
Who's to guide me ?
Who's there to open the gate ?
Who's there to say welcome home ?

The days have been torn from the book
There's nothing between the covers
but that dubious look

No hands of man can reach me
No clock can measure
No wind will chill
No thoughts remain
No tears left unwashed
by rain

I will go to the music
I will crave the light
I will not fear
Nor lose sight

Between the day and dark
I will choose to follow
If I lose the way
It will be my sorrow

So let my hand go
Whisper something
beneath your breath
I will see you there
beyond the grip of death