I wrote this when I was slightly down, yesterday morning to be precise, after a not so good night “here“, this was a sort of after math If I could call it that. Anyways today I am totally over it, and as though nothing happened. Isn’t life amazing?.
The topic over at writer’s island, today is superstition, and here are my 55 cents, oh I mean words on the subject.
Standing in front of a cracked mirror,
He looked deep into his own eyes,
Trying to look for an answer,
Look for a confirmation.
His actions and conclusions,
His beliefs and trusts
Why did all seem like a lie?
All his rights, now seem wrong
He was superstitious agreed,
“Life” became his “Superstition”.