At sixes and sevens...

I don't know what to do
I don't know how to react
Everything seems to be in a mess
A mess, that I got to clean soon

I don't know
Whether to cry
Whether to fake a smile
I do want to move on
But I end up turning back
With those little hopes still alive

Do I think about ME
Or do I think about the rest
Should I be selfish
Which I never could imagine being
Or should I be selfless
Which gives me more happiness
With the sadness lurking right behind

Everybody is around
Yet alone
I am happy
Yet sad
I am open
Yet shut
I am me
Yet not me

Do I write what I am in search of
Or do I leave these pages unwritten
Should I really care
Or should I just let go

Do i leave my door open
For some stranger to walk in
To regenerate my thoughts
Or Do i leave the door shut
And just be with,
What I've been left with

Do I scream out loud
To reach out to you
Or do I keep mum
And keep thinking,
There would be someone out there
To read my silence



Should I question
Or just keep quiet
And,find the answers myself?