Finding Yourself

Caught up in the middle of the night 

How significant was the role of chemicals in fight and flight

Thinking how perfidious is universe's soul

He didn't know he had the key and just needed to find the hole

Plotted the pins on the map 

As if he just has to follow the magic lamp

Oh dear, the map is always uncertain

When he fell he drew the truth curtain

The desire to dream somewhere got lost

He was just afraid to again pay the cost

In the attic of sulk, the little whiny soul gets locked

The persistent vision of little happiness gets blocked 

He looked up to the world as mirrors 

Searching for himself in others 

Carved by his own imagination 

Walking through incorrect interpretation

The clock ran, the light passed, and he realised

Destiny is in the form of dreams disguised

They come true or they don't 

Up to you what you will and won't 

Destiny is rooted and intractable 

Calling out on yourself is uncommendable

Fell twice and rise thrice 

Explore and implore in a shepherd's disguise