Eyes partly open, in my slumber
I drag the listless body of mine
In no certain direction or destination
Reminiscing of few years back
Such was not the case
Eyes were much sharper
And the body much agile
Every step had zeal if not a definitive purpose
I could stand tall against anything…anyone
Now it seems so pointless to fight
Not that I am weak (It’s the soul I talk about)
But not so sure those things (Including people) would change
With their wide eyes and a narrow vision
So focussed into “I”, they feel it vain
To think others exist
More so, the spirit and soul for care and love
I could have had the same strength and jest
But for the lack of above…
