Chasing what?
Is it the dark?
Or is it the storms?
Doesn't it raises,
Questions for the,
Evidences of matter?
Whether its you and us,
Or maybe only you,
And the things happening,
Around each one of us,
Is only a manifestation,
Of a bundle of thoughts.
Whether you select,
Or decide to reject,
Its only thoughts.
Whether you intend to,
Love or tend to ignore,
Its again thoughts.
Where's the matter?
Matter leaves evidence,
While thoughts do not.
Even the evidences with,
Time self-destruct,
Leaving no evidence.
Where's the evidence?
Where's the matter?
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