The Spaghetti Mind

And so I believe,
or may be I want to-
in the subtle life strings
that beats in rhythm-
holding me together,
saving me in autumn,
greening my life.

I thought I can't handle it,
or have I concluded early?
These loops of the mark that
questions my standing.
but 'am too lazy to notice!
I'll rather wait for the breeze.
But then it dawns on me-
I run after the missed spring,
the spring that could have quenched me
or may be its just green to eyes.