These days I wonder, am I living really;
Missing the old days when all use to breathe freely;
Hearing a notion all around that you live only once,
But believing to live each day, doesn’t make me a dunce.
Observing everyone running to achieve something or the other,
Fear of the time, which doesn’t last forever, is what bothers.
In this race behind the worldly objectives,
Failing to fulfill the needs of the self, becoming unreceptive;
Sometimes, a question arises, whether we’re spent or time is,
That’s the illusion of duality, how eternal time becomes finite, requires analysis.