With troubled mind

troubled mind

You come to me with that look,

the one filled with many questions.

You had not anticipated feeling like this.

When did life stop being predictable?


Was it the day that we crossed paths?

Did it change your timetable and destination?

When you took the bus you knew its direction

but now you’re not so sure, did you miss your stop?


Or was it simply the law of cause and effect?