A Question

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 myself aloud,

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,

Rather than charting 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,

Keeping others happy,

And a stranger was born.

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.

2 thoughts on “A Question”

  1. Your lucky, some people create a mask and start to identify themselves with it, completely forgetting who they are and never knowing the beauty of living even a day as their authentic true self.

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