A journey back home
Too tiring to note
The destination fading in a distance
The heartache- a sign of resistance
Leaving behind the altitude sickness
But the sickness still exists
In realty or myth
Many thoughts persist
Too slow to last
Bares itself in shallow dreams
Like murky waters of gushing streams
What is it about midnight's quater
That reminds of these raging waters
Languishing a poet's verses
For deliverance from charms and curses
Free from prejudice
But the prejudice still exists
In reality or myth
Many thoughts persist
Like anger in the soul
Lighting up like coal
Smothering beneath the thick blankets of cold
But no one discovers it, until its told
