Life in passing

What do you do when the last hope also goes down... still keep fighting and still defending some honor while your self image deplores further. With every fall, you fall in your own regard and you are a goner already. Its a pitiful situation and you have no where to run but to a dark place you make for yourself in a hole where no hope prevails and nothing glows in there. The world passes you by and you are standing where you began or may be you even took a step or two back. Not so long ago we were all at the same point starting another journey. But time goes by and things keep changing and for some a glorious path was being paved in the background and for some the world was just caving in. Lights are not as brights as they use to... lights are not shining at all in fact.

When its not always raining... When there is no one complaining... When everything falls into place... When you don't have to worry... When you don't need an answer... there will be days like this... but when. Life seems to be rocky and your best effort fails one after the other. All the parts of the puzzle still need to be solved...when. When will life get easy, tired and worn out of fighting every moment. Why should every stage be a struggle why can't things fall into place. When everyone is upfront... When its nobody's business how you want to live your life... When no one steps on your dreams... When people understand what you mean... there will be days like this... I have to be believe there will be days like this...got to believe there will be days like this...

Farewells have begun and I still don't know where to go. The goodbyes are soon going to fill the air and the destination is not yet certain. Want to just run away to some unknown place and never come back but I just wish I could do that. I don't want to go back to the same old life which I escaped from but the reality looms to close to the dreams and drives them away just when they rise. Uncertainties are certain to come every now and then in everyone's life but its really different when most of your life passes away living in the shadows of incertitude. When will I break through from this pattern, a pattern of thing blowing right on your face every freaking time. Why do I have to struggle through every time to achieve what I want and to make things worst most times I am not even sure about what I want. A life of this sort sucks...

Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night