The Journey - 3

When every sound sinks in deep sleep
Emerges thereon 
The most profound form of darkness.
The whole world calls it insanity,
I call it my journey.

Ploughing the barren land
Only leaves the direction behind
Of a lonely sunshine.
The whole world calls it insanity,
I call it my journey.

Let's see which turn lies ahead
And which road finds me..


P.S. This is an incomplete post and I don't like it much. Still posted it because I felt like.