The Old Soul
I roam the earth,
With a very old soul,
So bored with life,
Tired of roaming,
When will these feet stop?
How long do I have to walk?
How long more left?
Till the portal arrives...
I am losing my patience
Too empty,
Meaningless,
Locked in a time frame,
That keeps repeating itself,
Seems different yet the same,
Air is still as vacuum,
People moving in moderate motion,
My heart does not beat for anything,
anymore...
Sick of it...
1 Comments:
When obstacles hard to understand
The journey seems wasted before it completes
The test of faith conjuring dreams encouraging to take
Yet the tiring soul banging its head.......
When eyes survey the scenes
Friends and colleagues riding high on their careers
You look inwards in the mirror you see.....
The daily struggles inching no where
You want to abandon
The journey you start in the beginning
Giving life; now to taste it; it seems so blurry
Yet it is this struggle to free
It moves others to do great things
Nothing is rosy in life
Even work and study too
As long as you know where you are going
The journey may look difficult
It only starts from a small step
The rest will be smooth flowing
lanai 3/5/09 9.49pm
9:49 PM
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