Growing Conscious

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.