A mannequin of doubt resides in the shadow,
Telling me to hush the trivialities I speak.
Reclining towards a new tomorrow,
In latest advertisement the seams came unstitched,
A quarry where I started may not be my end,
Abstinence from the regret, I wander to find my nest.
Will I or Will I not?, questions hum through air,
A sigh from lips and finger on temples catch the despair,
the principle light that shines directly into eyes,
Unflinching the one who is bright and enlightened,
Seeing red, blue and white is the consumed vision.
Scattered dreams and collected thoughts don’t do much,
One around toes pricks the flesh and leaves a bruise,
Other cradled in hand lays playing dead,
On this voyage nothing stays and everyone is a-strayed,
Such is euphemism that defines I, journey, into life.