seeing thro' my eyes

every day is like another, i follow a route that i cant alter, like a rat caught in this race, where worth is defined by they, a bunch on the highest tower, few jump of this route a very few find a new route the rest, torn by choices and fear get back to the same route, to make a mark in this world ruled by a robotic march? welcome loneliness, so sharp as a blade for a while i am rejoicing this moment i see a new route cheerfull, full of hope and warmth, yet before i can grasp this i am pulled back by a gravity i cant fight, to hit this hard earth, to be ruled again by they a bunch on the highest tower

While monsoon rain is downpouring; Moist droplets tries to evaporate sorrows of the world I am not cooling…………. While the fate is cornered by recessions; Last drops of love is being evaporated Yet ambition is holding on to passion I am not booming………… Your loving words smoothened my heart While goals getting less inspiring I am believing In pain, hoping not in vain Finding again purpose of living...... DAD

day after day, i follow a routine march i do wat is asked ,i do rite on time yet half-heartedly i do i try not to question wat i did i try not to let her in me out i try not to scream i try  not to bang my head never letting my dissatisfaction known never to face my disgust in me . the more closer i reach satisfaction the more stranded i am from the wolrd's race. i wish to run,i wish to fly but run where,fly where do wat i love. but wat do i love to do? with no paths to move on with no options left with love's chains holding me i play safe