I wonder why I’m here?
I wonder if I’m on the right path?
I wonder if my dreams are what I urge to fulfill or the daydream which is nothing but fantasy?

The more I dwell in the thoughts the more lost I feel. My night ends with a thought of an upcoming productive day and the day starts with disappointment in myself.

It is too much to say all my dreams seem like they’re running away. The hard I try to control them the harder I fall into my own land.

Sometimes I wish I could wither for a while so I can solve the puzzle of my life. While suffering from the remorse of the past and the anxiety of forthcoming. I desire peace in my present life.

The thought of vanishing disappoints me a lot. Makes me believe "I’m nothing but a scapegoat."

At night, the remorse turns into the storm. As the sky becomes clear after a downpour, my thoughts bright up as the sunshine glows.
"Being lost isn’t the worst unless you discover what you want. Rising a bit later isn’t the worst if you discover your worth."

There are things that I learned by being lost for long. Worldly entities can’t bring happiness no matter how meaningless life is without it. We’re blessed with this life for some reason.