Awakening

I try to go through the motions,
tried not to think,
why is it I wake up everyday asking myself if this is the life I want.
I wipe off sleep from my eyes,
my steps turning into strides.
Still I walk, not knowing where I am going truly.

This is what I really wanted out of life,
I repeat endlessly like an incessant tune playing in my mind.
But then why is it my eyes stare off into empty space,
rather than taking in things around me.
Why is it my mind escapes so often to a place beyond here,
the people around me fading and even the surroundings.
Just me and the faraway place where I wanted to be.

I try to convince myself all this is ephemeral,
that my life's landscape will soon change.
However reality reminds me that the time lost won't come back,
The time spent questioning about what I really want,
trying to justify the decisions I took,
trying and still trying..

The dew from this morning has dried off,
several footprints marring the first footprint down the muddy road,
the aroma of morning tea changing..
into the spicy tanginess of something in the cooking pot.

One morning has passed me by..
A part of my life..
A part of my existence..
but then how many such mornings have I witnessed..
the time forever ticking by,
reminding me that in life, when all seems no longer right,
take the leap of faith to bring about some changes,
even if my tomorrow will be uncertain,
but at least I can boast that I will forever remember the aroma from that morning,
the first step that I took down the road that I chose.




Poetry by broken soul
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Written on 2012-03-09 at 10:12

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