Often I ask my heart

The reoccurrence of my deluging thought

The more I wonder, the more I am shocked

Of my whimsical pondering wrought

I stay and look back and see myself

Bright eyes wide open with a little help

Bickering over the trivial matter

Hopelessly on the verge of shatter

Return, oh my mind to the cocoon

You will be secure as a boon

Hold it tight and do not let it go

Once an apostle, now a foe

Violent and rampant my mind spins

The holiness of my heart wins

A step towards the sultry and sombre

Is it the reoccurrence of my thought... I wonder.