I look around
and wonder
Why am I forced
into this
scripted realm ?
Why do I have
to fit in
Some timeless motif

My disproportionate desires,
Makes me a misfit here.

All I want to do is
chase the bizarre dreams
my heart longs for,
and go far—
far away from
all this realm.

I wonder,
if I can be in my own
Quiet constellation—
Where nothing is
etched in order.

Where music
hits my heart
and I can dance,
sing along —
and just live.

But i’m stuck here
Sinking in this chaos—
Not living.
Just breathing.