I have been thinking,
Thinking a lot!
Of things I can't control.
I spoke to my friend,
Who is deeply engulfed,
In thoughts of things beyond him.
Of Unprecedented events,
Of the many shits life might throw.
Painting images with brushes soaked in sorrow.
Of what use are they - these thoughts?
Than to strip you of life,
Stifle your breathe and release your grasp.