Danger ahead

How often do you feel life is a
graveyard, coffin is a hand
decorated home and eternal
sleep is what you crave for?
I'd say I feel it almost everyday
to lie six feet underneath the soil,
breathless and bathed bleakly in
bewilderment while shedding off
this thought of living minute by minute.

But then the sun climbs up the sky
and leaves a hickey on the horizon,
an unforgettable sunset so is it how
failure stains the bed of my dreams?
I don't know
and the only thing I know is
overthinking is a pessimistic way
with a danger ahead hoarding yet
I keep crossing it again and again
with no hold on velocity till I get
entrapped within its rusted closures.

I want to emigrate from my own mind
till no lyrics could find resemblance
with my concurrent emotions.
The road ahead is full of divergence
and I haven't learnt the art of
being meticulous so I rash drive
ignoring that this mind is the only place
where I can wander freely.
©heartsease