So is this it?
Did I get lost in transit?
I spun my own web only to get caught.
Without realising, turned into something I am not.
All my efforts went in vain.
Stranded all alone on life’s hard terrain.
Who goes sailing when the sea is rough?
Reassuring myself I said,” It couldn’t be so tough.”
They say it’s hard to believe. They say it couldn’t be me.
How I wish I could choose what I want to see.
Pinch me once. I think this is a dream.
Reality and idealism mock at me together, as if a team.
The never say die attitude is there no more.
No smiles to share and fun galore.
What to do? Now that I am here.
Its not so easy to collect myself and shun fear.
I admit I faltered but,without knowing.
But they just say, its all a part of growing.