In the rarity of peace
In the silence of loneliness
There lies a noise
There lies a chaos
Of the could haves
Of the what ifs
From futile imaginations
Of juvenile considerations
Spiraling into misty realms
Comparisons of reality and dreams
That sinking feeling, And realizations
Of How could I , and trivializations
That craving desire, and infatuation
To turn the needles back
To undo what is done
And escape the dark despair of restlessness
But Alas! And so says the righteousness
There never is a time there never is a land
Where all things right and virtues stand
That past is a ghost and future is a phobia
And there is a reason its called utopia…!
