POETIC PSYCHOBABBLE.

Today, things are upside-down
buckets upturned,
ships sailing and coasts empty
thriving on the extremes
let me drown in my thoughts
it comforts me so.

Today, your eyes looked weary
some other bullshit too
bad patch of tomatoes
and bad weather too!
fortunetellers were lying
but wait, am I my fortuneteller too?

learning to breathe,
is a new theory too.
just smile so bright
with your eyes so
because the clock
doesn't stop ticking
not even for you
but you can start
walking down maybe that way
nirvana is just
two steps down the road.