I wonder if it is OK to feel lost every now and then.
To wanna travel the world,
but to feel choked up leaving your own bed when,
It’s time to move in either direction,
But ending up somewhere,
Neither ahead, nor behind. Just simply nowhere.
Wasn’t it termed ‘bravery’ to fight alone?
Though your daily life crisis,
But battling absolutely alone…
Being at a stage of having no idea,
On who’s whose side,
Of this small insignificant fight.
On how disheartening some tend to be,
Sticking along for their own sake only..
Is it OK to feel that way?
Or am I getting carried,
a bit too far away?