Deaths in April.

 Deaths in April,

Monsoon in May,

Let's find some solace in being astray.

Drifting in the middle of some unknown stream,
Beaten, Driven, guided by directionless dreams.
Let the heart control our minds,
Let it beat to the tunes of something unrefined.
The days are numbered but not the dreams,
Let it be the reason for one last try if not to go for umpteenth.