I listen to someone who knows me well
Scatter words of scorn in a way that dispel
Shreds of notions that I hold dear
Withering away my sorrows into fear

Today’s yet another day
And I think, have I lost my way?
Marauding through the inner recesses of my mind
Searching for answers that I cannot find

Mulling over the futility of despairs that I parry
Seemingly rational, plundering through a mirage like a raparee
A mirror translucent yet ubiquitous
Throwing images bewitchingly identical yet discernably obliquitous

But today’s yet another day
My passing tomorrows in tangled disarray
A shimmering chassis of oblique longing
Mesmerising yet advocating wisdom prolonging

My yesterdays purloin chasms of tomorrow
Yet fragments of imminent todays do I borrow
My tears recede to gauntlets of light
Suffused with hope, I parry on and fight