When you are alone

you can pick a bone

with any thing inside your head,

till the day you are dead.

Go over it again and again ,

till you go insane.

picking a bone,

you understand what it means,

when it enters your head,

to bandy,

to chew at,

bicker,

hassle,

rehash,

to bump heads,

with whatever enters your head.

.

A crazy dream

interpreting it to reams.

A crush gone wild

fantasizing till you smile,

your eyes foolishly beguiled.

While the world outside,

goes on chugging along.

You lost in a world,

mind fully blurred.

A lost friend,

you misunderstood,

not a day goes by , you do not brood.

Times you could have been nice,

now realize after paying the price.

The list goes on ,

the regrets and threats,

goals not met,

shores not touched,

hearts you bluffed,

yourself you hurt,

the pain and the smiles,

will go with you many miles.

.

Always a bone to pick,

or picking a bone,

whatever, whichever way you see,

is a great need,

to be done indeed,

Human foibles,

will never let us be free,

from our own misdeeds.