jambo

Why am I always at the starting line ?
Is this a Divine way of saying,
Saying Son :"You aint meant for this"
"NO", I cry "Gimme a chance, Gimme a Streak"

"Is it much", I think
to ask for,
to ask for that ONE chance?

Life is about Living.
Let me live it in all it's myriadness

There is Futility
There is Heartbreak I know,
But how will I realise it's Futility

Then it happens,
as it always has,
like a Divine mock,
A Divine Smirk.

I Get it, I Get it all.
Everything I want,
Everything I Dreamt.
There's a hitch, though. I
get the same thing.

Where is the myriadness?
Is it all ? I ponder.

This is like a journey never ending,
never satisfying mortal life,
constricted a meaning to life I seek.

Here again I think

" Is it much to ask for ... To ask for that one Chance ?"

                   Darkness pulls me down,

                   should i ever know the light .

                   whims and fancies of a cursed fate .

                   I am a fallen soul, seeking to survive.

                   memories ofa glorious past,

                   shine in my eyes .

                   despair and pain,I know as friends.

                   There is hope say some ,

                   see the light .

                   I see nothing ,I see no light .

                   There is fire deep inside ,

                   It still burns,It still stays .

                   It will show me the way.

                   I will survive ,I will surface.

                   To see the light of day.