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.