Stopped at a train crossing, old Hindi songs adding calm to my chaos
There's a quiet stillness in this Monday afternoon air
A lull before the sea of traffic starts to engulf me in its wrath
Everyone running out of time to get somewhere, do something, be someone
Someone's on their way to break a heart, start a love story, make a big decision, start afresh, make a dream come true, claim a lost love, carve a new path
The possibilities of a soul's ability to be great is endless
But the constant cloud of responsibility looms low, a palpable unsurety
Nothing comes too easily they say
But what is 'easily'?
At this crossroads of an ever changing life
Aren't we all nothing but dots that join to form a bigger picture
The pawns in the universe's chess game of possibility vs. reality
Questions with no answers, answers with no foundation, a foundation built on loosely laid hope
And a hope built on instinct seldom paid attention to.
A craving for a new world. A rolodex of scenic simplicity just waiting to drown me.
Oh how I dream of breathing a different air.
Dilz
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