Days of unrest and sleepy nights
Why is life without respite?
No peace in the soul though the physical body is well rested
Am I complaining again?
No, not again
But what do I do with this feeling of blankness that engulfs me?
I try to reach out
Look for opportunities
Whom do I blame for my condition?
The outside world or the blank me?
Is it an outcome of my lazy self?
Am I really lazy?
No, I disagree
There have been moments of extreme activity
I wonder at the justice meted out to me?
Am I really incapable?
Where do I find answers to my questions?
As I go through my writings I find talent that is unrequited
I tell myself struggle on, this too shall pass.
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