Hard to find and admire the truth

seein the causes

all the righteous lose,

I'd do no good in this world I might just snooze

nap my way through my dreams of you

those nights of loops

I took a pen and drew

every syllable of words that burst in fumes

I cursed and bruised

32 lines in paper I used

to come up with the perfect cure

for those thoughts that intrude.

Written By Esra Chebli