To Myself

To Myself 

A few irrational thoughts creep into the mind,
Nothing seems to quell the words unkind,
No one seems to do things right,
Everything seems to work up a fight.

The thoughts change to pain,

To no useful, meaningful gain,
Try as I may, to easy it away,
The negations somehow get its way.

For reasons unknown,
The world seems to frown,
I close my eyes to seek solace,
To but out of this unwanted race.

Only to find tilting towards feeling of unworthiness,
Rational I says the path is meaningless.

Need to understand, what eyes and ears receive,

That it’s has to be channelized through a positive sieve,
To reiterate that I, the self has use,
No one decide who is a rotten fuse.

Need to tell this to myself every day,
Everything happens as unknown reasons play.

Old dreams and actions are redundant,
It is the root cause for all thoughts tangent,
Every year springs new dreams,
Every month bounces ideas by the reams.

It’s up to oneself to perceive the doable,
Work and walk trying to grasp the attainable,
Then the words will mellow,
Thoughts and voice will not bellow.

Life may get an understandable meaning,
One might grow old as a content being.