The Track of Life

Is it raining outside?

Is it the moon or the sun?

Is it the clouds or the fog there?

Is it the reality that I wanted to face?

Or just the delusive world in my head?

What’s the date today?

Am I still in Stone Age?

How is it that I am still I?

It looks like you have lost it,

the track of life,

the one young thing you used to be,

the one lovely creature you were known to be,

when people laughed with you,

when they cheered with you,

when they approached you,

when they loved you,

they are still same,

they are still there,

but you went far,

but you set the standards,

the bars that stopped them,

something that you didn't follow,

double standards,

one for them and one for you,

and what did you get?

A corner for your life,

an illusive three dimensional dreamland,

where time cease to exist,

where you want to rot,

and if you don’t try,

you will never move out,

you will never be the same again,

the one that was better,

the one that arose from the ground,

and became real monument,

the one who had a life,

and had the track of life.