That moment by a windowsill when you're looking through a shade

At a different world outside yourself and yet inside remains the same

Do not wonder about what could've been or worry about the other way

Instead let time and seasons pass, good memories come, and bad memories fade away

I keep trying to find the right words
For things that are just so wrong.

When misery dominates cognitions,
Morals travel to a foreign land,
Leaving logic to solve problems unassisted.

Guidance is challenging as thoughts think ruthlessly,
Trying hard to find the right perception,
But life always hits into hardships.

We want a solution back to meaning,
Where simplification from life seems to make sense,
A place that can be happier through our own ethics.

The return to principles starts with remembrance of purpose,
Recognizing the fight we have been struggling over,
As realizing goals will help discover people’s beliefs.

|if i never found poetry
i wouldn't see myself surviving
in the middle of this chaos |