What am I up to?
I dont really know it well.
Now again what is this am going through?
I feel like a nut out of the shell.
All what I wanted, I got,
But still the soul isnt at rest.
Infact all is framed the way I thought,
But why this BUT is in the nest.
Belongings I rushed for,
Issues I paid all to win over,
Seem to lack their shine I was mad for.
With no touch and tint of any savour.
Then what was that run for?
Something which no more holds my interest?
Then what was that lure for?
Just to see how I conquest?
Life seems to be an aimless course.
Busy exploring things which are temporarily cordial.
End result is always this repulsing force.
And desires are yet insatiable.
Hoping to find this answer too very soon.
As am dying to feel that eternal ease.
Come out of the skin of a dumb goon.
And see the fire how it cease.
