Mental Corridors

While entering them, you may sometimes feel

that something is wrong,

but you still carry on

with uncomfortable commitments and the course of life,

stretched and interrupted ,

changed

into something else,

unrecognisable by the family,

locked for future

splendour, glamour, and grandeur

among paper thinness.

Words can be quiet, even when they shout.

Focusing is expensive, not everyone can afford it.

Time is precious and filled with meaning.

Our minds battle each night

for a better position in the rat race.

Ultimately, we all fall into the grip

of an evil that takes us away.

It pulls us away from the memories of the past,

but not towards what lies ahead.

When synapses take a break,

they renew themselves.

Meanwhile, I observe and listen

to my brain carefully.

It reveals patterns and charades,

replacing them with more likable and pleasant ones.

It displays rich and artistic thoughts,

avoiding superficial courtesy.

It sometimes leads to the wrong rooms

on this train where toxins mix

with disdain-coated meds.

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Thank you for reading!