Rules of life to abide
Armed with principles
Yet I never reach the tide
Spinning in dark riddles
Head held high yet broken
Tapered flow of my thought
Logical words mistaken
Reactions from games I fought
Good intentions at heart
Melt like castles of sand
What is wrong on my part?
I fail to understand
Knowing wrong from right
Seems not enough
Why do I lose my sight?
When the going gets rough
I seem caught in my knot
A spider in goo
Why does He put me in spot?
Playing peek-a-boo
As I amble in the corridors of time
I recognize my limp
Stop seeing my failure as crime
Yet know myself as a wimp
The moments I reject
Are those I never experienced
The points I deflect
Blind to feelings not evinced
The answer it transpires
Lies in realizing the equality
Of nature, faults and desires
Across every age of humanity
© Venkat
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