Life feels like an endless track
on which my feet are jammed.
The train of trials is delayed too.
I wish, I could amputate
what's holding me behind
and move on to a pathless way
with no pre-imposed routes.
I could, maybe then, inhale the dust
and get my lungs to life,
mapping my own roads,
in my time.
But, everything 'seems' like 'mine'!!