Overthinking cannot be stopped,
Worrying cannot be denied.
I am a loner of own mental images
Like it dictates the future, there're no changes:
I can see the beautiful moon but no stars;
I can see the stars but lonely moon didn't appear.
The future is black; the goals are blank.
Meaningful sacrifices are insistently pursuing
But meaningless pleasures are pursued.
Doubtful mind over inner self,
Latter is degraded and is like an old book stocked on a shelf.
Look above, to realize imagination:
Beautiful moon. I cannot see either the stars.
Worries overlooked the what I can do to make it possible?
The beautiful moon and the stars are covered with black-soot clouds of anxiety.
Rains poured down on the gloomy days,
I cannot see the beauty of life,
Just for NOW!