I am running towards something,
I am running with all my might.
I know I am running towards nothing,
What I desire is left far behind.
But still I am running,
Because that is what I was taught.
To run and just run towards something,
In the fickle web of worldly thoughts are my wishes caught.
I wish to achieve the innocence i shed off long ago,
I wish to laugh again heartily.
I wish to live like ‘you never know’,
I wish to hear the rivers moving swiftly.
I wish to smell the earth,
But I am too busy running.
I am out of breath,
I am an ego pond horrendously brimming.
My thoughts are clouded,
They sometimes shake me to wake.
The thought of ‘being here forever’ has me surrounded,
But deep down I know what is at stake.
The day will come when there will be a bottomless dark pit at the end,
I would have hard wrinkles instead of a full smile.
I would be brimming with sad ego with no time to make an amend,
Without even an inkling of true love over a mile.
No sea and No land,
Only a dark patch to fall and see a worthless end.
