Lost and Unguided
I'm lost and unguided.
How do you reach
the end of the river when
you don't know how to walk
and what the bridge looks like?
How do you put your everything
on stake for something
that is uncertain?
How do you choose the convention
when it can turn your whole life
into a single want of second
chance?
How can you just stop moving
and hope that you might go
with the flow like the rest?
How do you not breathe
in anxiety when you know you
are heading towards nothingness?
How do you find yourself
amidst all the chaos of the
racing world?
How do you not
cry tears of distress when
dissatisfaction has become
a constant companion?
I wanted to do a lot
of things, be a lot of things,
make a lot of things,
I wanted to dance in the fields
and turn humans into soothing
arrangement of words on paper
and speak to every being that wanted me to
and to sleep contently
every night with light music
beside and be wanting to look forward
to the day ahead and repeat
everything everyday and still
live it like the first time every time.
But all I'm compelled
to do is to breathe and let days
pass with no hold on the thread of
life.
I'm compelled
to not feel but how do
you not feel when that's all that you know?
@mindfreak