I am a lazy bum

I am a crazy bun

Nowhere to go, nowhere to hide

I am a mystery to myself sometimes

Looks like I have lost it for the rest of my life

What will bring me back, I don’t know

What will happen now, I don’t know

It’s not like, I don’t give a damn..Oh! but I do and yet don’t know… what to do

New beginnings mean love, hope, surge of adrenaline, spark of life…..

but how many times does the opportunity comes by?

Is it a never ending race and that’s what this is all about?

or is there a real meaning to all of this madness that we live about?

how many have wondered, how many have let go?

Am I all alone or is there anyone up above, down beneath to hold on and never let go…..