Life-
Born with a gift.
Meant to be lived.
I choose not to live it,
To waste it away.

A sense of ownership.
An assumed one at that.
A belief that it is mine to waste, after all.

Weighed under the burden of that ownership
The burden of expectations, from the first wail.
Tuned to "operate"-
To "dream a dream"
To "live a life"
And beyond-

Beyond.....beyond the line,
Beyond the horizon.
Explore new avenues-
Or, "live" a restricted program.

A purpose to live life-
A craving to look beyond.
Shrouded in tumult,
I wake up to a distant, soothing voice.

Amidst the haze and noise, I ask myself,
Should I wait at the end of the road?
These crossroads, waiting for my nod.
Should I waste my energy on a futile call?
A call, a cry, a moan.......

Fading back to reality.
Reason replacing fantasy.
Urging me not to ask these questions.
Questions, that I know will never be answered.
Answers, I know I will never get.

A folly that shall not be regretted.
A fond idea that shall not be forgotten.

Time to bid you adieu, my friend.