Sidetracked Poem by Ishan Chaitanya

Sidetracked in ancient drawers of my ancestors,
Seduced by the same alluring promises,
Like a sardine in the ocean to draw my hope from multitude
Is to be expected from an outcast in this wilderness.
My strength has long been drained out and I borrow
Another supply from the masters of illusion,
Treading a dream in the land of make believe;
Desires they train me to respect the inevitable,
Extracting obedience required for becoming so lovable
A subject and witness to what's available
In this perfect world of strange desirables.
All I need for certain is nothing short of a miracle,
And only a miracle will save me from being lost
In an eternal struggle for redemption and my share of bliss.