I have targets to achieve
but at times, I have no thoughts to weave.
Every time I wish to clear the clutter,
I feel that I have something new to utter.
My mind is almost never empty.
When it is, I feel eerie.
I am unable to decide for me
whether to be suspicious or happy.
I always have something to say
even if it is about silence,
love or nemesis’ play,
anger, frustration or violence.
When I don’t think,
my anxiety starts caring for me
and again I sink
into the deep
ocean of my thoughts and memories.