Through the tinted glasses I gazed out ,
Multitude of thoughts mazed my mind
They drifted with ease
Making my head weep in pain
Couldn’t see a focal point of them
All vagueness left
They pricked ,leaving no space
I felt pain – deep and sharp
I could neither conclude nor delude myself !!
A pat on the shoulder arose me ,
I looked up to see – I need to get down there.
I’ve tried to potray the thoughts of a traveller . Many a times , we start thinking about something and it moves from one to another and so on . I’ve applied this situation to a traveller who looks out of the window absorbed in his/her confused thoughts.
In response to daily post prompt maze. Maze