I sit and see the view from the window of a train.

Gallops of thoughts intertwine with shadows of sleep to present a kaleidoscope of scenes.

Some that have been always distant like perfection.

No matter how close, they're always far.

While I travel on the tracks of the destination,

Each milestone passes as I ride on the wave of harmony.

I reach the shore and start walking in the rhythm of my muses,

Contemplating my art, rejecting some, incubating some,

While letting some pour out like unfiltered rain.

Then comes the pivot of confusion.

A pivot that slowly transforms itself into a merry go round of self introspection.

All seems dizzy

All seems hazy.

All seems like it never existed or

It shall never exist.

But how can I let go of the echoes of reality that ground my feet into the roots of nature and make me feel belonged to a world?

How can I let go of a past and a future that makes me who I'm?

What if,
What if I don't ever find this reality ever again?

As these thoughts catch me in a tornado of turbulence and turmoil,

I look at me from a distance.

I look at me from the present to the future and to the moment I was born.

I was but a mixture of elements that shall decompose or blend with nature sooner or later.

Am I to make sense of reality or to make a new one?

Am I to make a change, be the change, or stay still to a circus of dancing revelations?

But then it strikes me.

Am I ever to ask these questions?

If everyone asks, who answers?

And if everyone answers, who asks.

If there's a balance, it's paradoxical.

If they know so, how?

There's no answer to something that can't be defined.

It's but a moment that either kisses the bliss of oblivion

Or becomes the grave of revolution.

No one knows what it shall become.

And then the tornado slows down to put me down back to the merry-go-round.

I stand and instead of letting the dizziness take me in,

I let go and enjoy the thrill.

I embrace the thoughts, emotions, feelings, and visions.

Each hugging me to say goodbye or hello.

Greetings of emotions can never be expressed through words, just felt in its fullest.

I catch the rhythm of my muses again.

I let the beat of my hearts match the beat of my music.

Perhaps the beauty lies that it jumps from Kolaveri di to Gurus of Peace,

From Tum Tum (enemy) to Dhaaga (TvF aspirants)

As I groove to them,

The merry go round transforms into the pivot of the final destination.

I walk ahead and don't look back.

I don't cause I know that once I reach my destination,

I'm going to go back to the roots and start again.

Rewriting each milestone,

Reriding each wave,

Resinging each tune,

And creating new art that's culminating to what we come to know as life.