Pressed with 1000s of thoughts
Thought tilting me down
What about tomorrow
Those voices kept singing
The present alarming the future
The colourful butterfly kept fly
When would I grab one?
Engulfed with circumstances If only I could hit myself
Distance far fetched with no rolling Stone
Wish the two could exchange words
Only if I could take a glance of it
Still on the running motion
Yet to hit the brighter tomorrow.