She feels nothing at times
Goes through it all at once
Her mind is like a sky covered with grey clouds
Barely able to see the things clearly
When storm hit the clouds its the time
Rain happens and clears sky
Clearing all tangled thoughts
Make her feel she’s her own
Complex situations work fine until math
When real world became that equations
The i (iota) is never been known
The I is lost in lots of WE
And equation remains unsolved
When will she know she’s the one
Chosen by divine to do beautiful things
Healing time feels like the most depressing part
Forgets it’s the part of the one i.e. negligible one
When she’ll know she is the whole
Not just part of THE ONE
Sky has to be blue soon for sure!!
