I looked into her eyes and smiled.
But what could smiling prove.
When I could see me in her eyes.
So my smiles were just lucid lies.
Even though I could recognise her in me.
My misconceptions were flying free.
The hums of her cry is my lullaby,
that wakes me up at night.
But not because of my power and might.
For the pain travels in space and time.
Only to discover that weeping is for the night.
So just like her, we have the same fight.
For the state of mind is our very plight.