Hypothesis

Dwelling between sanity and insanity
Thus life goes
Balancing between modesty and vanity
Thus poem flows.

Hearing my voice and holding my pen
Writing my thoughts again and again
Life teaches its facts in a hard way
Present in my mind as thoughts' bouquet

All the poems I've ever written
Those lines of conscience-smitten
Still love you that much like before
And I keep looking for more and more

Bedazzled between dreams and reality
As time grows
Determining to clear evil with morality
As word flows.