curtain...

...the day to day existence
makes me wonder about subsistence
the clock strikes 9 and 5...d day passes without any action
i think of all, that i now call lost passion
it has become a story of mere existence..
existence, existence and only existence
...
how great it would be if life had more meaning
emptiness, and tending to life's unfinished business
living for dreams
achieving
probably the curtain of despair is hiding more than its thickness....

....a ray of hope, lurks on its fringes
if only i open the eye of thought and reason
But i fear to touch that fringe
that fear of the unknown
fear it burns and waste the attempt

got to come out and break the shackles
but wouldnt it be a waste not lifting the curtain...?
n see the bright sky waiting
for me to spread my wings and explore the beauty of my dreams
that were conceived innocently when...
....
i used to believe in the power of ME
the power of dreams
the power of will...