I have the constant struggle within me
To be aware why I am here
The choric melodrama of the outside world
Induce a dementia, putting me on a lower gear
But when alone and in my senses
I need the direction and a guide, desperately
I look up to Bhagavad Geeta kindda spirituality
Not to self obsessed folks, imposing ideas incessantly
I will behave well, tell me it's the right path
I will leave the sins, promise it has no aftermath
But I can't live blindly, with no clear way ahead
Tell me how to live fully or let me just be dead
~TallGuy
YOU ARE READING
A bit of me, a bit of you
ŞiirA bit of me: Just straight from my heart, I think something and write that, set of lines coming in my mind A bit of you: Your soul searching for something, reached here and saw this, a bit of you lived with me while reading a bit of me
