Treasure Island

Ibrar Siddiqi

(28.02.1970 / United Kingdom)

Speck of dust


In this universe of life.
Questions I ask, don't get answered.
Thoughts come across, kinda wished they didn't.
People come into my presence, i don't want to stop.
My foot on the accelerator, speeding away from love.
Spent too much time thinking.
Not stopped to do any living.
Got too old before my time.
Regrets in my mental scrapbook, kept.
Laughed not, never smiled just wept.
Just want to fly away, start again.
Tried sailing away but that ship sank.
Just what is my purpose, i wonder daily.
I but a speck of dust.
I am but a speck of dust.

I Siddiqi.16.2.2014

Submitted: Sunday, February 16, 2014

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