I am stuck between
The traffic of words
I don’t know
Which one should I pick

Which mobile should I choose
And open the password
If switch on the green light
They will rush into my brain
In a strange coded way

Between the walls of my mind, I pay
Though I still get hopes of ray
But I know its something mad
Which is really driving me mad

I know its a stupid animal
Which is turning me into a cannibal
But if I identify that pattern
I’ll surely go to saturn

I pondered to the heaven
But I was stuck at the seven
But something churned my mind
That’s when I find

A way between that traffic
And that pattern was the correct pattern