There’s an unspoken distance of words and thoughts
There’s an unchained ego of who I am and who you should be, with battles being fought
If I were to pause my life and find that one piece of peace
I don’t even know whether my definition of peace would turn into my own dictionary of calamity
At times, I wish the words would just flow, the thoughts would get defined eventually
But I am also aware that those defined limits perhaps wouldn’t hold my heart’s loyalty
What if I drown myself and I drown you as well in this huge stock up well of doubt and indecisiveness?!
Would you still forgive me and love me for the time sliced reconstructed identity finesse?!