Lost In Time...

At times even here it's frustrating...

LOST…

Someplace, somehow lost in time,
Finding my feet in a world not mine,
Everybody seems such a stranger here,
Lives are lived governed by fear.

Fear of failure, fear of criticism,
Everything here smeared with cynicism
There are no people, just moving objects,
Slick tongues are masters, the rest abject subjects.

Processes and systems are all I hear,
Man-machines burning blood and tears,
All in a day’s work, for a morsel, for a grain
Is it worth the strain, the drain, the pain?

Where is the charm, the romance, the flair
In matters of life, of heart and brain?
Why do we live this life not ours,
Cheating our own selves for a cause not even ours.

Throw it all away and walk a man, a free man
Free to live a life you can.
Write your poems which no one reads,
Think your thoughts and pen those tales,
And see the new heights your soul scales.

And then when you will depart one moment,
In poverty, yet with strange contentment.

Feels stifling to suppress oneself to live in a world not meant for one... And it's shameful, the lack of courage to throw it all away and walk away... Away from artificiality...