SOMETHING TO THINK

The season’s cool evening breeze blows through the window,

I am sitting with a thousand thoughts in my brow,

The ceiling fan circulates dry warm air,

It ceaselessly blows through my tangled hair.

Thoughts lead to confusing scenarios and light

My inner-self does not know which way is right,

My feet are firmly set on two banks,

Both of them are right and of worthy ranks.

I long for her soft, soothing voice,

Giggling and blushing and when she makes a choice,

Her eyes are just like mine, dark brown.

Her hair adorns her graceful head like  a kingly crown.

Oh! How many times have I wished to smell those!

A hope, that was always like water from a dry hose,

I thought myself as an erring dork,

With a porous mind like a cork!

The season’s cool evening breeze blows through the window,

I am sitting with a thousand thoughts in my brow,

I think I know the answer to all my troubles,

But reason, it seems to burst out like bubbles!!!