Journey

Days pass turning into weeks,   months and years.

Life is in motion.

Unfolding events, one after another

Few moments craved with emotions

Rest unconscious, sleepy and in dreams.

I, behind my eyes, stressing,

To distinguish, dream in life or life in a dream.

The hustle and bustle of chasing the horizon,

Unaware, the boy turned into a man.

But still a boy, pretending as man.

Unaware, heading towards unknown.

Days pass turning into weeks,   months and years.