Dream In The Hindsight
Dream In The Hindsight
I began my journey with a dream in the hindsight,
Always with the hope that everything one day, will turn out right.
Whoever I met on the way kept asking the same thing,
Who am I? what new to the table do I bring?
I kept hustling, kept the blood gushing through the veins,
With a smile on my face, I kept tussling the pains.
I kept speaking to my heart which all the way used to sing,
Patience is your virtue, patience is the king.
To an extent I embibed this belief, I became carefree,
Settling for what came my way, I became a new me.
Misunderstandings became a part and parcel of everyday living,
It gradually bothered less, and I resolved to forgiving.
Time has changed, my patience shall anyway die,
Leaving every mess aside, I just want to spread my wings and fly.
Fly away, far away, from where none could find me nor could one see,
Where I could not be recognized, not even by me.
Living with fear has always kept me aloof of the cliff,
With a lot to ponder about the future, always surrounded with buts and ifs.
For once, I want to shed every thought out and not just act tough,
I want to shout out to the world once and for all that I have had it enough.
To live this thought, deep breathes I take, I generally close my eyes,
Trying to feel better, I do get a ray of hope mixed with sighs.
I sleep with this hope that everything one day will turn out right,
Only to realize the next day, that the journey was in itself, a dream in the hindsight.