I, trapped in Myself, in Me

So I was not really trying hard to see things fine

I was not trying to make things look good again

As it’s always been, so easily broken and thrown away

And at ease they are drifting and fading day by day

Dreaming big and falling apart has become a habit

A debt ridden soul is sinking slowly but surely

Chances are as bleak as it seems, there is no way-outs

Part of my life now, disturbing facts and underlying doubts

What I want from me, what I need from myself

Perhaps all I wanted to be is nothing I needed to be

So I walk by all my wishes and desire, ignoring them

Knowing that. Ever again, they won’t be the same.

The fool in me is hoping again, dreaming again

All set to fall flat on its face and get back on its feet again

The shrewd one whispers in its ear, “As far as I can see,

I am trapped in myself, I am trapped in ME”.