When I search and search
to find out me and then
fine tune me into
the reality of the moment
I struggle relentlessly.
Living a dream not
accepting reality and
flying in the wings of
pervading fantasy and
into hallucinatory highs.
I yearn not to find out
the real me, confront reality
coz the present is
so soothing elevating
and unencumbered
I needn't have felt that my
present is unreal.
Somehow my vaccillations
prompted me into
unnecessary reflections
And I developed self doubts
and was riven with confusions.
Without my consent
my mind went into overdrive
And started to wade in doubts
Now I am like a meteor
with no home.
In infinite space slowly
burning to become void.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem