INSIDE MY MIND WITH ZIL

Hiding behind the curtains,
A watery grave of solitude;
A simple click and a small prick,
Running the yard askew.

A tingling feeling underneath,
And a small sign of breathlessness;
All very well veiled in the curve,
Of an eternal burning sunshine.

The search is unending,
And the paths are multiple;
Strutting along each of them,
And changing the course often.

An undecided mind,
And an undefined goal;
Leading to the loops,
Of the eternal hope!