The words sometimes get lost
And you keep wondering what were the thoughts
You try to remember what was going on at your mind
But time travels and still you are immersed in thoughts of what thoughts were there to ignite.
Persephone, the robot guide, leads visitors in a Greek cave
You keep moving traveling and breathing
But sometimes you are unaware of where you're heading
The roads are all same bumpy and plain
And sunrises and sets but you're unsure of what to gain.
Similar tales are all everywhere
The youth in us are mazed in nowhere
Don't know what's good and what's bad
As every philosopher seems right and makes us confused and leave us mad.
No-one to guide in vulnerabilities
People ask what are your abilities?
I've no idea as I myself don't know my possibilities
I wish people around me could come and say my strengths and disabilities.
