The past reminds me of dreams,
A lot unfulfilled.
The images of me,
Distorted, broken, shattered perhaps.
I try to break free to a vast distant land.
The future seems blurred to me,
I see nothing clear,
My life seems lost,
In the midst of nowhere.
I find confusing to live a life,
So hopeless, so boring, so filled with lie.
I try to live for others,
But end up dying.
I find myself chained to life!
P:S - This is a inspired post from kanika's blog Sensitive Chaos Fantabulous February Day Twenty Four.