Uncertain

I cannot see through this,
I cannot see beneath it,
It’s a mystified world of its own.

Yet I feel so safe and at my happiest,
And I’m there every so often,
I’m left waiting.
Maybe, I’m not left, maybe I am just waiting,
‘That’s just life’ they always say, why is that?

Let go near the black orange and yellow pictures,
The face of beauty, true beauty.
Untroubled.
High spirits.
Loose minds.

No need for updating,
No bearing of tomorrow and its times,
Consequences are an obsession,
The products of desired emotions.

Chasing feelings, a content matter
Survive for that

Self seeking and deceitful,
Drop it for this place,
If you are gullible enough