Warning: There's danger ahead A flood may follow When you least expect it There could be questions Pick your best option, Take a run or surrender? I am up to nothing really, Nothing at all, Aiming, Aimlessly, Somedays, I dream, I talk, And I tell, The unfulfilled tale Of a wanderer, Of conflicts, confusion And chaos, Isn't that like drowning? They say hot drinks Bring comfort And these days, I brew my own tea, This is an independent me As independence can be... When survival needs Solitary comfort, Comes the aspiring little Dickensian me!