Here I am

So here I am,
Another Sunday evening,
Desperately trying to becoming a better me,
For tomorrow, that will be a rehash of another Monday.

Even my 4 lines are out of rhythm,
For I am learning to be better at excel,
And watching another movie which says live in the moment,
Weird, for this tomorrow and that today seem to be irreconcilable.

The beats call me on, enticing, making things simpler,
But the ego that is me, scoffs, for there are bigger, challenging mountains to climb,
Being the best it says, that is what it boils down to man!
My mirror of I is and will always be bigger than I can ever be.


It is such a relief, not to think hard about the rhyme,
For there is a constant tussle to be in synch, logical, right!
Trying to fit the pieces so hard, of a puzzle I understand a little too well,
But the story, the puzzle tells, I miss.

I think the need is for the meaning, the aarth behind the numbers,
All I need is the rush, aligned with who I am,
For that is what will give the soul to the targets and the days,
Just need to find where and who I am, for the numbers to be a little closer to mean a lot.

Today or Tomorrow?

And again not in present anymire,
Willing to lose today,for the fancies of tomorrow,
Crafting yearns of tomorrow , amidst today's torpor,
Building happy paper boats,in today's drains,narrow.

Why am I lost?Or am I really lost at all?
Ecstacy of future , that hit oh so high,
Willful blindness ,perilously,close to abyss,ready for fall,
Pinch,and the bubble bursts,me alone and my walls.

My imposter self,smirking,holding the keys to door,
Mocking me,scoffing,daring me to shakle out,
Me with my golden cuffs,drugged,chained to the floor,
Comfortably numb,stuck,safe tucked in,sans doubt.