Think Drowned by immeasurable thoughts, So deep, it made me lose grip. Seated at the most bottom, Will I ever see the flowers bloom? Consumed by unanswered inquiries So lost, it scorched my bliss Ashen like the grey clouds Will I know my whereabouts? Wiped by unending doubts So vast, it multiplied so fast Blown to the most corner Will I get back to the lever? Planted by unreachable dreams So high, it dragged me to my limbs Rooted to the wrong soil
