Where am I,
In those moments of stolen happiness,
Beholden to my heart,
When the world, rest of it, is at pause,
Or in those seized moments,
Of rushing from morning to night,
Most hours scripted to a plan,
Updated every day,
Or in those moments, when I wander,
From one state to another,
Unscripted, free,
In a state of suspended animation,
Where am I?
Caged in unsaid rules of faceless people,
Ordained to live an ordinary life,
Till end of consciousness,
Or destined to break the shackles of invisible,
To spread my wings into vastness of imagination,
Unstoppable, infinite,
Where am I…
