Search for Self
With lots of pondering thought
Never letting a moment lost
Still in presence aloft,
Came voices that tenders sloth ;
Who knows what shall behold thee
When there’s no need to live
For it seems life has bought you forth
Without a gain to live again.
Words, Promises, Priorities wrought
Has not steered the clear way sought
Indeed the friends and all
Further complicates that which was got
A wind spurned with ease you’re
As you wrestle with the thoughts of being invalid.
So without vain you fought, carving a niche to grow forth.
Alas a road is there to map
Taking a pinch of steps with all your might
You journey through your various thoughts to clothe thyself a unique spot.
All this while you search for thyself
Like a visitor who escaped for a holiday
A wondrous onerous plot, a break it stole to get refreshed;
Yet you can’t tell why you died
A quiet death to rise this bright.