unsorted!
Sitting on the window by myself, watching the beauty of green trees, cheerful chirping birds
So beautiful surrounding nature with their Glory.
I wondered how sorted nature could be,
Everything is so sorted in the law of nature.
Unlike me unsorted, scattered, puzzled and just in vain.
I don't understand how could I pull myself out from this unusual weirdness confusion?
Something that I'm willing to avoid but really can't do!
Something I can't remove out, something I want to leave out but can't afford to, it's stuck to me in the daylight follows me in the darkness like a shadow.
Probably, there is a solution and it's unseen,
Maybe it's me who is just overthinking,
Maybe the answers to my questions are right in front of me,
Maybe it's a real puzzle, not a math problem
It's a Problem of Life dressed in a jigsaw puzzle.
I know things aren't going how they are presumed to be,
I can sort it by myself. As I'm the last one.
I can count on myself!
-