It seems like a troubled process… Of knowing.. Of understanding.. Of believing… Of observing.. Of talking.. Of listening.. Who is governing my thoughts.. ? What does he want..? How do I get out of the shackles of confusion..? Can I really achieve what I want when I’m like this..? Complete lack of eloquence.. Timing misjudged.. Sleep not pleasant.. Mind loitering around even though you’re hibernating.. What does all this mean..? Where am I going? I feel like the rustling of leaves teach me a lesson.. I feel like the silence is asking me to shut up although I’m not talking.. I feel like the 60 keys of my Synthesizer would come out and give me a big whack and laugh at me .. Off beat eh? My life looks like a fret board.. Covered with bars and strings.. Who the hell’s using the plectrum.. Must be a skilled musician..A professional rhythm guitarist messing up the chords of my mind.. All this is undone.. I’d get back at him.. He’s not gonna be around for long..