The lights are din, rather dark;
No stars to ornate the skylark.
Here again with confused emotions
Trying to make sense of all this commotion.
Did I miss my herd where Moses led
The way to mental peace with no regrets ?
Or have I all this while, misinterpret,
The way to embrace peace even when we bled ?
Dragged with bounded hands,
Yet out of no compulsion.
And as my ears eagerly listen
Having no answers or solution.
To see them fly away with burdens halved
And why I do it, the answer still lost.
Waking up to self disgust, the irony of it all
Yet there I am again, for it all.
And… I’m still lost.