Befuddled

You hold still and watch time pass you by,

You want to go with the flow yet you stand aside.

As if numb in parts but not quite dead,

As if waiting without knowing if there is an end.

Is it a hero you are waiting for or something glorious?

Or are you scared of your wants making lady-luck furious?

It's ironic how you crave to fly up in the limitless sky,

Yet frightened of crossing one predetermined boundary.

Does your inside feel cold even on a warm sunny day?

Do you often feel lost walking on a road that’s one-way?

You are told again and again, the do’s and don'ts

The shoulds and shouldn'ts of what one must want!

You wonder, don’t they hear themselves being contrary

Floating on the waves of time trying to be stationary!

How can one decide what should one dream or plan spontaneity?

Attempts as futile as trying to blind the sun shining vibrantly.

So you stand with confusing thoughts, teetering at the precipice

Lingering for a gush of wind to throw you into a pointless abyss.