Am I lost?
Am I lost in the midst of my age
Wrinkled and tired of this unending race
Surrounded with the scars of the failure phase
Yet hopeful of a happy ever after chase
Am I struggling and running away from the past
Surviving the time, the deadly aghast
Lurking in the future, step by step, chance by chance
In search of peace, thinking of a moonlight dance.
© Akhand Singh, 2014 © An Empty Glass, 2014