Torn between my mind and the heart,
Between sorrow and bliss,
Lies the present state of my mind;
This uneasiness which comes with not knowing what you want to achieve;
The pain, the suffocation and anxiety;
All stuffed in a room full of dullness and moribund;
Along with me. Not sure of what to do,
Not sure where to go.
A thousand dreams in my heart;
Yet, mind does not know the way;
This stillness makes me insane.
So many feats to achieve, so much to live up to,
How could I end up like this?
How could I not see?
But, not for long my friend;
As, I refuse to be fettered away,
The time for breaking the shackles will be arriving;
And,I hope, my Lord will bless me once again.