Sometimes my heart is filled with remorse
Sometimes I feel maybe it’s my karma paying off
Is there a meter to measure fate?
Where all you need is to count three to clean the slate.
Sometimes my head functions like a song with no words
I can feel the tempo rising and then suddenly drop
If only I could pause or change the track
Or as per my convenience change the pace.
As I close my eyes it’s all red
Then figures take shape and blend into my thoughts
If thoughts could mould into reality
Fate would have different rules to the game.
My fingers seem restless whilst they comfort each other
It’s like a signal to my brain that flows through the nerves
Though the eyes respond first
Only if I could control my mind just as my eyes.
Just when I thought it was a perfect day to daze
Time to ponder over things that used to be
All of a sudden my smile rhymes with the thoughts in my head
And everything turns from red to green.
Color of the mind is hard to predict
It’s like an invisible chameleon running places
You can only see the surrounding and guess the change
While the color will remain unsaid…unseen…