i ponder

things that trouble me are the least of others’ worries,

things that trouble others,

in the world,

is the least of my worries.

 

i think of how to move towards,

i think of someone,

and why would something unfortunate occur,

to an instance for me or them?

 

to see onwards from the life i hold is unapproachable to be seen,

i hold no key,

no answer,

but a clear path engraved,

in the back of my mind.

 

i laugh and i smile,

my mind asks and imagines,

and results to a sad humour,

and i ask always “why is it so how things end”?