A serious question came into my mind,
While I was sitting
While I was sitting alone,
in the darkness
It was so quiet that you could hear an ant moving
My mind was empty, then a question appeared,
“Am I wrong?”

No one to rescue me
No one to grab me out of my thoughts
I was just alone thinking,
Am I wrong?

Am I wrong for wanting to explore the truth
Am I wrong for wanting to be heard
I carried on thinking
But I was thinking alone
With no one to take me out of misery
Every idea vanished into thin air

My mind was about to blow
My body was rotting
Only because of thinking,
without coming with an answer
The question kept on standing,
“Am I wrong”.