circles

Dreams, aspirations, no one around and I
lingers eternally  in the world I live
May be I am not special, as I think I am in my head,
may be it is time to give up and get back to mundane grind,
the hollow around is gulping me alive
not a place to run to and no where to hide
there is light all around but the darkness is bursting within
where is the home I longed forever
where is the warmth which makes all this cold silence disappear
where is the touch which makes you feel alive
where is the light which I once saw now has disappeared
without any of it, I rather be mundane than living a dead
I am tired of the gloom and the darkness within
it is leading no where just a circle of memories
which I move around and dispair, to live is to feel
what could I possibly feel when it is soo cold in here
I don't want to burn in this ice fire
seeing everyday pass whining moaning for things which are not here
they were never here but I wished them to be
where are they lost or I never saw them in the wish them to appear
all I the rights, the wrong, the do and the don't , the theory of morality
what good it is, if it bind my soul to this coldness
why this arrogance, that life is not good for me
have I done enough or explored or given enough to life to conclude it to be
the songs do not make any sense, I felt love but walked right out of there
I wish I could say all I had stuck in my head but nothing came out but
the veil of arrogance, jokes and fears words do matter but I never cared
to feel and to express lies a journey within I am scared to wither
the procrastination  has to end, but i dont know how, may be I fear
for it is the misery whom I ever related to, the failure, the piles of regret
all I related to, it is a vicious circle, but I do not know, why I wait for
the answer to come from outside when they lie within, the words are simple
to live, but an infinite fear to put actions...