Woes

Getting lost has always been a fantasy

Now years after,

At this juncture,

Where obvious aim seems discolored,

With mind and soul leading nowhere,

Ambitions seem inconclusive

Toil Toil Toil...

Seems to be the only words ringing deep inside

But for how long,

Quite unsure of that

Anxiety, fits and bouts of emotions,

All have submerged the self

There is nothing much to do here,

The fallen man knows

Nobody cares,

After all

Its about a life worth few pennies.