Looking at my life, until now,
A new day begins, life goes on,
Trapped somehow, in my thoughts,
The next phase is, around the block.
Atleast for 2020, it’s been a roller coaster ride,
Wondering about my future, with all my mind,
The boundaries to my drawing, are ever forming,
A shape and color of choice, is my doing.
Whenever I look at my creation, I feel incomplete, Expressions mask the feelings but, not my artistry,
Pacing a snail, I am not a racing horse,
Being true to myself has, got me here now.
I feel so distracted, most of the times now,
I try but, cannot cope somehow,
I chose this life, I must sustain,
No reason to succumb to, my dark disdain.
rskoshe 