Just another day, just another thought!

Zesty thoughts preventing me from

Yolking away in actions leading to

Xerotic bloodshot eyes that are

Wanting to blink in the wilderness with

Vaulting piles of emotions as just cerebral and

Untying the metaphorical bonds and

Trying to liberate the heart from

Shackles of the thoughts,

Rambling collisions of thoughts and

Questions that remain unanswered for the

Philosopher is dead!

Opus history of mankind is reduced to dust

Nullifying the creativity and developments of

Man in history, of

Learning and

Knowing!

Juxtaposed remains man's aspirations and

Inspirations, for

He struggles to learn the

Gift to mankind, a gift that initially set him

Free, now

Envelopes his mind, making him a

Diligent slave to the

Catastrophe in disguise, to the

Blasphemy in shades, and to the

Altruistic who is unreal!