Life feels strange.
I have not found it any other way;
Where you succumb to the daily hassles
Waking up every morning
Not knowing why you did so,
You become a magnet to robotic tasks,
Doing every single thing,
That you are supposed to do,
Be it expected by society or you.
You think that who do nothing
Are just useless n meaningless,
But do you realize that those same people
Are just doing what they want
And are not being played like you in a worldly mess?
Life is an opportunity for a few
Whose death they feel is nearing
What you do daily?
Just wasting it doing stuff
others find endearing?
You just waste it
Thinking that you have got eternity here
Living a meaningless life
Leaving everything you want to do
While in a wrong direction streering.