Narrow confines all around,
Suffocation in every breath.
Freedom is only in thoughts
Or perhaps remained as a dream:
A dream that was unfulfilled.
I look into my own vision
In hope of the glimpses of those images;
I hear myself crying aloud
Those voices that I cannot listen;
I search for that perfect spot
To settle down and call it home!
My travels in thought and deed,
Yet I return to the same place
Over and Over
And Over again!
Sums up I am
Winning the battles I did not fight
But I am
Losing the war I wanted to win!
--May 24, 2011.