My life is like a highway to middle earth,
there are no stop lights to stop,
it's a continuous voyage,
life there is they say is greenery,
a breath of a new beginning.
Strange as it seems, the life here is still dull,
the night is as boring as its gorgeous looks,
alone, staring at the glory, but still alone.
Then I heard distinct footsteps,
I was aghast seeing them drifting, unknown to me,
they were no mere me, they are indeed my enigma,
replicating my tormented soul to its creation.
I woke up in the middle of the drought that night!
