True Pursuit

Thinking and thinking
For hours in a place
About nothing in particular
No voice, no face
Things keep coming in my head
At a lightening pace
My peace is like a paraplegic
In a 100 meter race

My thoughts are like sand
I cannot hold them for long
I do not even get the time
To see them as right or wrong

All i am defined by is my vacant stare
All i am asked is that is my mind here?

I have been in constant battle
With my thoughts over years
I am afraid that one day
I will have to face my fears
Fear of consequences
Fear of disregarding them all
Fear of myself
Fear of breaking the moral wall

The only thing that keeps me sane
Is the love that i have for very few
That love i hope stays strong forever
Because this love is what i want my heart and mind to pursue

:Ishant