Still Waiting

It has been a long time since I have been waiting.
Waiting for the undiscovered truth to be discovered
From where we come, where we go, I still wonder.
Why struggle so hard for such a mortal life?
And if it has to end, why is it wrong to end it now?
Why can’t we decide our own end?
Begining is never in our hands.
How we find similarity with other beings?
And if we are so similar why we die for those who are so different?
Why every wrong feels so tempting?
Why doing right is always so intimidating?
Why are we afraid to stand up for our own goodwill?
Why are we against those who do this?
Sometimes I feel my life does not belong to me
I don’t have the rights to decide where it leads.
It’s the world that decides everything for me.
I am just a puppet, struggling to break free.
Can I just run away, just for once to understand what does it mean to live?
I don’t understand, I don’t wanna come back, but I still fear what if I can’t.
Borrowing two lines from Davies’ Leisure,
“What is this life if full of care, We don’t have time to stand and stare”.