Thinking about the past,
Musing about the future,
The present presenting a constant reality,
I have begun to see through my follies;
I screech, I rant - trying to deny,
But heart of hearts, I know I can't lie...
Being truthful to myself, isn't easy...
Trying to prevaricate, even harder;
Yet reflections are brutally frank,
The self-recriminations that follow hard to swallow,
I want to reform - to undo and redo things,
But remorse and self-reproach seem far too late for me...

Maze of thoughts...

Plodding ahead into the labyrinthine existence,
Trying to unravel the threads of thought,
Wanting to perceive the convolutions of life,
Willing and prodding forth every bit of consciousness,
Holding on to the last shed of sanity,
Trying to twist and mould the imperfect,
Attempting to alter the pre-destined,
Challenging fate to achieve success;
The risk of failure, a constant stalker,
Determination making us continue,
Giving no place for cowardice; even in defeat...
Epitomising thus, the needed lessons in survival...

Thoughts...

One day I'll be free,
One day I shall face happiness,
One day I shall sleep fitfully;
Whether that day will come or not, am unaware...
My dreams, yet, are my own...
An audacity to hope, if not live...