I could only wonder:
What's there crisscrossing your mind
I believe it's not that clear as the plain water,
but black as the umbrella in your hand
I could only stare:
What's there in your look
It seems you long forget how to smile
no strange you look so crook
If only I could take a look to your mind
as easy as I open and see inside your big blue bag
maybe I could give you my hand
to find soon your lost luck back!
This post is written for Writing Exercise (Monday, 4th July) for Creative Writing Ink.