Somewhere in the chaos of this pressurizing world,
I’ve lost myself.
This isn’t me anymore — my heart, mind, and soul have drifted apart,
Each speaking a different language I can no longer understand.
Now I must re-search myself,
Piece by piece, shadow by shadow.
The greatest irony?
I don’t even know if I’ll ever find the real me again.
There’s only one way out —
To step outside this trapped maze I built,
But will that ever be possible?
Or is that the biggest question life leaves unanswered?
I don’t want to die like this.
But what if I do?
That thought haunts me,
Again and again.
Period.
----Chinmayi
