The Illusion
This illusion is a deceitful toy You have no idea where to repose Fidgety fingers and throbbing heart Palpitating life under duress Wiping off the forehead with grimy hands Leaking toy messes with the hands Whether to play with it or destroy? Miserable thoughts guide the hand Are the sighs and pain worthy? Feeling guilty for every action Not being busy is a cursed syndrome … Continue reading The Illusion