another night of tossing and turning
unable to sleep in this journey
knowing fully landfall is imminent,
i brace myself for the moment!

running around in circles
i move around hypnotized
unable to sit down in place
unable to do anything meaningful;

waking up to the start of a new day,
i wonder how long to go
before the
day of the reckoning;

i think it’s still dawn
but i really don’t know,
time flew so fast,
i can’t remember a thing;

i sat down to take a good look at me,
but my eyes couldn’t see myself;
i started to think about tomorrow,
but my mind got stuck in present;

everyone keeps talking,
yet i don’t hear a thing;
i wonder what it’s like to live
i wonder what more should i do,
to live life, a real life;

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alternate ending
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everyone keeps talking,
yet i don’t hear a thing;
everyone keeps dreaming a lot,
yet i dream of only life, a real life that is;

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Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living. - Anais Nin

Love the moment. Flowers grow out of dark moments. Therefore, each moment is vital. It affects the whole. Life is a succession of such moments and to live each, is to succeed - Corita Kent

stumbling through the corridor
of life, i watched
in amazement
at what was going on!

life, it seems, is like a
rubber ball caught in the ocean
tossed and thrown every minute of the journey
yet trying to reach the shores of safety all the time!

an independent person
yet unable to think
when it mattered the most,
i was a zombie with a sixth sense!

standing at the dark corridor,
i sought to put to an end
to what was troubling me
all the time!

knife in hand,
i searched in vain
to destroy the trouble
that troubled me!

desperate to erase everything
and start afresh, i jumped into the ocean
only to come out wet
and with even more questions!

seeking to find the answers
to some of the questions
i sought professional help,
only to leave them confused!

like the waves in the ocean,
questions and questions and
more questions, just
flooded the nonexistent brain!

then i realized,
i am just a puppet
dancing to the tunes
in the workshop of life!

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an idle man’s brain is a devils’ workshop
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