its the same thing everyday be it day be it night i am under constant surveillance from people known to that stranger on the road ;
the world keeps an tab on what is none of their business yet, no one cares right from the time of birth even after you are long gone there is a constant debate constant argument about all things mine about all i want ;
there is a constant battle between being sane and becoming insane when all around me are familar faces trying to coax me into boarding their bus for the journey that goes nowhere ;
the dreams in which i am living are the desires of someone else yet i am asked to live the life i want stuck in the middle of a busy highway;
i watch the people run around in circles like a battery operated toy with no expression with no joy living in denial throughout;
lacking the courage to live the life trapped in their imagination i find it hard to take;
people run around in circles trying to build a life that is already within them if only they looked inside if only they looked properly if only…. ————————————————————————————————————– note: again multiple meanings can be derived from this. yet at times, it will not make any sense.