Growing
Conscious
I
hold myself tight,
To
let not a drop out.
Frozen
in me,
Are
my zeal.
I
grew conscious to all things around,
With
fear, critic and wound
Made
by this world.
I
wound myself with a voice,
Carrying
no sound.
I
didn’t know the smallest move of mine,
Can
generate hundreds of perceptions and interpretation,
With
no intention of mine.
Making
me far from myself,
My
mind occupied by thousand things,
But
none of mine.
Feeling
of deprive and hopelessness,
Hovering
around my fence.
Making
me wind closer,
To
reduce its circumference and dense.
Where
I dreamt of my own castle
Of
passion and interest,
Now
only the remains of sand in my fist.
To
commute in this community,
I
need to compete.
Life
has become a fleet,
Time
is just sliding under my feet,
Even before I figured out to stand straight.
The
fastest thing is not light,
But our plight.
Even before we see it clearly, we are in it.
Before
I even realize and prepare
It
is the part of my past.
Where
am I running this fast,
Where
is my destiny?
Figuring
it out,
I
am growing conscious,
About
my past, present and future.
And
my existence........ in present,
Has
become a caricature.
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