An unsettling unsure persona
Of self is conflicting today.
In my mind I am not me.
It is different what we both say.
Good thoughts are uttered badly
And skepticism is always high.
Simultaneous smiles are seen rarely
For one speaks truth and the other lies.
Lost is the bond now
Which is required to strike a balance.
Now it is all about how
I balance this imbalance.
Why do we find when we are not looking?
Or maybe we do, unknowingly.
And when I do look for my belonging,
I find something new, unexpectedly.
Are we always searching?
Or is this entire find thing folly?
Perhaps we don’t know what we are hoping,
But whatever we get, it fits in our story.