The deep motions of vitality,
Fused with intertwined DNA,
So many questions running through the veins of the brain.
Yet no impulse is detected.
Insanity, the next vocabulary,
Puzzled like a fallen leaf,
Depending on the winds of time
To locate its destination,
But what direction should be taken when the clock is moving anti clockwise?
For a second, the honey is sweet,
The next its sour.
Got the taste buds contradicting,
But what if all of this is twisted?
Perhaps an illusion.
How can a man be an icebox?
Got the eyes confused by his warmth on the outside,
Frozen like the North pole within.
Can it be mother nature?
So many questions,
And few answers.
K