A thought in the passing
settled like dirt on my threshold.
Why me?
What's my purpose?
Where am I headed?
Some questions are better left unanswered.
Still, I continue to suffer
for the lessons I have already learnt.
Even the softest melody
dissolves into static in my ears.
Like a pleasant breeze to a wrecked ship.
You can't just get your head around it.
It stays, unwelcomed, more or so uncherished.
I was better off—
in the dark.
If only I knew this light
would be blinding,
would I still be here?
If only you were in my shoes,
or would you tell me otherwise?
Wisdom is a boon as well as a curse.