In the midst of a commotion,
I wander aimlessly,
thinking about my life,
a life, so unknown.
There is noise all around,
of yelling and screeching,
it reaches my ears,
but never seems to reach within.
There are people I meet,
with some business of sorts,
but none seem to bother,
they all feel so alien.
I am lost in a monotony,
of a schedule that now rules me,
some bits and pieces of my life,
just stick together but still make no sense.
The colors soon disappear,
and the smiles become so scarce,
even the sunshine seems to trouble me,
even a gentle breeze causes unrest.
The rains have ceased to come,
and the lakes have dried till the last drop,
I can now see the stone face beneath the calm waters,
it looks as dead, as it has forever been.
The soft pebbles have turned into pricking stones,
a smooth walk has now become a faltering run,
I can see my pug marks laid along this path,
but they were red with my blood, not brown anymore.
My flesh feels so depleted,
and bones so unused,
there is no sense of direction,
that I wish to pursue.
I am living a few slices of time,
I am flowing with a stream of breath,
there is no want left to be wanted,
there is no pride that I will ever know.
I wander aimlessly,
thinking about my life,
a life, so unknown.
There is noise all around,
of yelling and screeching,
it reaches my ears,
but never seems to reach within.
There are people I meet,
with some business of sorts,
but none seem to bother,
they all feel so alien.
I am lost in a monotony,
of a schedule that now rules me,
some bits and pieces of my life,
just stick together but still make no sense.
The colors soon disappear,
and the smiles become so scarce,
even the sunshine seems to trouble me,
even a gentle breeze causes unrest.
The rains have ceased to come,
and the lakes have dried till the last drop,
I can now see the stone face beneath the calm waters,
it looks as dead, as it has forever been.
The soft pebbles have turned into pricking stones,
a smooth walk has now become a faltering run,
I can see my pug marks laid along this path,
but they were red with my blood, not brown anymore.
My flesh feels so depleted,
and bones so unused,
there is no sense of direction,
that I wish to pursue.
I am living a few slices of time,
I am flowing with a stream of breath,
there is no want left to be wanted,
there is no pride that I will ever know.