My soul is unstable longing for foreign countries
My mind has been bored for longer than centuries.
I cannot move, my duty is holding me back.
I cannot change and the light of my life is turning into black.
A black keeping me from seeing
The future, my life that has no clear beginning.
Since I can remember, I cannot endure a place for long.
Too strong is my desire to keep moving on.
No one can keep me from visiting places.
I cannot help it but I like looking at new faces.
That’s me, that’s my daily dilemma.
I don’t live by grammar.
My life has no rule, Oh dear, how big I am of a fool.
As much as I wish this to be the truth,
Reality is different and I am living without a clue.
Prisoner to my own routines, I cannot break free
I keep myself busy like a bee, to forget about the lack of glee.
I wake up with good intentions
Only to go to bed, strangled in the failure of their completion.
Every day is a new beginning they say,
But that becomes pure illusion, once your habits stay.
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