My complicated mind

Where is the sea of sorrow?

Where is the pond of joy?

The destiny may be looking for me

But free will governs this boy

The land doesn’t bound me

I dive deep into the bay

Roads not taken doesn’t affect me

Because the chosen is the right way

I travel on the road alone

I walk laughing and smiling

I purge my sorrows in that sea

So I let them keep piling

And that is why it is the sea of sorrow

Grown huge with people’s purge

But the state of emptiness is too vulnerable

And that’s where we all diverge

Sadness is not evil

At least it possesses our mind

Evil comes after losing sorrow

It is always sitting behind

Mind is always like a bottle

Sadness is the water it may carry

Empty bottle may be filled by poison of evil

At least water is not scary

but water does not satisfy me

so I go to the pond of joy

I fill the bottle with the nectar of content

Because everything else seems decoy

And thus I live an unreal life

Where life is so straight

Just filling the bottle does it all

Where you never have to hate.