etched in pain and remorse
she looked deep into my
eyes paused ..she told
me i was a boat searching
for oars .. million miles
away from shore ,,
bound to dreams of
failure of-course ,,
i was a prisoner
of my surroundings
in a house where
lady luck had
locked all the
doors ,,i will
not be able
to break out
even if i used
my mystical
force ,,
i was the
product of
my passions
my mind
the cosmic
source .
