Sometimes, I wander through dark wet streets thinking about who I am

While occasionally I relieve my thirst of knowledge planning what to do in the next few days

I always forget what is the real purpose of life

Then, I sleep

When these illusions drag me into the dimension of dreams

I start to see both logical thinking and faith merging into one

This is what we call inner peace

It's within us all

Just as the choices we made and the choices we are yet to mold

It's just a huge nothing, slowly turning into real debris of self, night after night

Call it as the remnants of your mind, which shape is meant for you, and you only, to decide