In the midst of Disarray I stand
Surge flow in my mind like sand.
Autonomously walk this bedlam
As i face this never ending bellum.
When there are no adequate words
All lost in sandstorm of the world.
Just a steady smile left for me to offer
This should convey how much i suffer.
drifting in this bedlam with petty pace
Is it the same smile i see on your face?