Lost with no direction, having no possible end. Its all a constant repeat, like a circular motion. Words hold no sense, truth a different matter. Confusion like the spider's web, entangles every thought. Crystals form delicately, yet crashing towards the ground. Falling into black holes, of fake reality. Yet make no sound, and all you can do is accept.
so very true kinda wen we are kids ... life n world so straight ... so obvious u grow up n realise whatever u have written the poem ...
