A Blind Race
My own Making
Who am I ? riddled bad and clueless,
A set of desires or a clone all perfect ?
A pond left idle or a river gone reckless ?
I flow blind and stop abrupt to stagnate.
How I run after the alluring world !
And conform ways to stay in race.
I flock to the wind with my mad mind,
Stormed by ocean of vagrant waves.
Fascinated by wings I flock to places,
Which bough to sit, which way to fly ?
I tread on paths, dragged by my eyes,
Drawn to the whirlpool, I lost my way.
Can I find own way and redeem me ?
Heart was mine but beating betrayed.
Mind was mine but thinking choked me,
I was blindly drawn to the mad world.
Caged in a hypnotic fatal sight,
Entangled in a web woven by me.
Eyes have forgotten my own track.
I love yet passions are not mine.
I talk but words are not my words,
I dream but dreams aren't mine.
Success attained not my success,
and I breath but living is not mine.
Stung by the snares and smiles,
I don't recognize my own face !
Mad of voices, strangled by tones,
I obscured myself by a wily ruse !