blank thoughts

The blank thoughts

The thought is quite blank
Searching for a tangible reason
But, it seems blank and couldn't lay hand on one

The thought is quite blank
It doesn't understand anything
It longs for an answer
But, the door is shut right inside it's face

The thought is quite blank
Even the mind cannot comprehend it's inability to reach a possible answer.
It never stops running helterskelter,
Because it's confused

The heart skips it's step because the path seems so dark and blank
Into the darkest path of the mind
The thought wonders

All I gets is, "it's better this way"
Is this actually the better way?
Without getting any tangible reason for it been the better way
There is always a way

The path seems so dark and blank
Threading on a lonely path
Not that there can't be a ray on the path
Even the tiniest glimpse is been shut

Like a blind man my mind strolls
Even with the walking stick it hits nothing
Looking for somewhere to lay hold on
But it finds none

The thought is quite blank
Because the mind is disturbed and perturbed
The blankness is so complex
Because the mind is perplexed