Doing the daily things,
The hours go by.
The days go by.
The weeks go by.
The months go by.
The years go by.
And then one day, I wake up from the stupefied slumber.
Hair all tousselled, eyes sleep puffed and mind in inertia,
I wake up and ask aloud to myself a litany of questions unanswered.
Where have I been all this awhile?
What was I doing all along?
I was doing all along what I ought to do.
I was busy coasting along.
I did not bother to chart my way on the choppy sea of life.
I did not know the person that I was now.
Where were was the bucket list that I wanted to do ?
Why did not I learn the things that I wanted to?
Why did not I travel to places far and yonder?
What happened to the person I was?
I kept on changing myself to suit other palettes.
And one day I did not know the face that looked at me everyday from the mirror.
But the spell has been broken and the die has been cast.
I shall still try to find my lost soul.
And paint the empty spaces with hues I love.
I shall seek joy for I shall do what Iove.