Resembling broken branches of a sanctimonious tree
A scattered wish is grabbing me
Preventing me from tumbling down towards the sun
Galloping for air, ambling when I must run

My mind is in anarchic state
From which my essence cannot escape
Claiming for possessions that are elapsed by time
A shattered fragment embossed by a narration like mine

Contemplation is hampered by a harsh conclusion
My life is manifestly an infinite illusion
Even a refinement of a shallow mind
Will lead nowhere, for those truths are not mine to find