Hopelessness? Self pity ?
The endless prejudices of the society?
Which weighs the most upon his restless soul?
He doesn’t know.
Now that even his every footstep
Seems to weigh upon him
Dragging him into the blackhole of pain
Reminding him of his own years in vain
Engulfing every last ounce of vigour in him.

Unrequited dream? Lost love?
The serenity of the mind?
Which should be chased?
He doesn't know.
Now that he knows that he is lost
It seemed as if there was no turning back
Everything looked the same, dark and dull
His eyes silently searched around to no avail
For a bit of a green in midst of the dark.