I ran, I ran in joy,
Dodging my parents and my brothers;
As fast as my two little feet carried,
A race towards the sun lit fun.
Towards the open park that awaits
My arrival, and swings how they chatter.
Like fairytales they remain, deep, somewhere
Suspended between the subconscious and the obvious.
I walk; I walk in moderate pace,
Now that I’ve learnt to place
Myself decently within this society, and taken
A step closer to becoming a man that I need to be.
The race has begun; I did not hear the gun,
Who was I fooling when I stood there so naïve.
Keeping pace with Joneses, I’d be a medallist,
Suddenly, it’s all about competition.
I fell; I fell harder than I’ve ever known
Attempting to scratch the undisturbed sky.
Within the stronghold of oblivion,
Even life has seldom mattered.
I crawled, till I could crawl no more.
My own body becomes a burden to restore.
24 hours is no longer a joke to survive,
Yet, we let the thought of existence silently pass by.