I MISS ME!
I Miss Me!
Once upon a time in my life, I had a dream to become Me. And took a
vow to be Myself and I.
The World used to be small enough to accommodate only
Me.
No baggage and no care in the World, was what I had longed for as a
boy.
If I ever gained control over Life not to dictate my
way forward; I’d still be Me today.
Everything around my past follows Me like shadow I can’t whittle
away from my stem.
O Lord, what about these long faces staring at Me, as
if to say what about us?
If it was possible at all for Me as a newly born baby: I’d have
opened my mouth and asked.
Mama, do you perhaps have a roadmap for Me, to
navigate these vast endless plains of this World?
Only God knows just how much I Miss Me! People keep talking about
reaching and fulfilling One’s Destiny.
And funny enough I am expected to accomplish all this
impossible task without a map or an address!
Excuse me Sir, can you perhaps help me find directions to my Destiny?
That was the boy in Me at a busy Crossroad of Life,
somewhere in Middle Earth.
The intelligent looking gentleman just shrugged off his shoulders,
gave Me a stunned look and walked away!
Wow! I Miss Me. I thought all men with long beards are
geniuses!
You laughing at Me? Look at King Solomon and check all the wise men
in history books!
We’re even warned in the old adage, to be careful of men
without beards and women with beards!
I doubt it, even Socrates didn’t make sense of this crazy old adage.
I Miss Me. And so I decided to Recreate my World, made
without bricks or some phony partnership.
This World I live in today resembles the one I lost as
a naive boy.
O what joy it is for Me! To know that I’m hidden inside this Giant Castle
built by Words only!
This Invisible Castle, helps me stay alive and look
forward to the rising of the sun every time I retire in my bed.
I Miss Me! What is the point of having children? When the same offspring
of mine do not even care if I am dead or alive?
In my life over, I never thought there’d come a time,
where I envy men without children!
That’s awful and very selfish of you to even think that way?
Well, sometimes, I guess I have to let my feelings
speak for themselves.
I Miss Me! And how’s that, does it sound less awful to your ears?
Thank You! Can we just hurry up now and keep walking?
O Yes, there it is! Life is not what you make it out to be because
no one can control Life.
I Miss Me! Life took hold of Me seconds at the impact of
being conceived. I remain her prisoner right to my grave!
And just why is it so easy to blame a downtrodden man, for all the
blows that life hath dealt him?
I Miss Me! They say Knowledge is Power but sometimes, it
is hard to own all the damning evidence the same Knowledge decks out for you.
Like the Forbidden Tree, Life is. You see these fruits and
everything you think you need dangling.. and they keep saying, go on and pluck
some for yourself!
I Miss Me! Sometimes in my state of confusion I’m
never too sure which side of my slice is buttered.
I flipped a coin to decide on my fate and yet after landing I still
don’t know which side I must follow.
I Miss Me, heads or tails I still lose anyway. Can’t
find anything good in tossing a coin? So I shake my head and beat it!
Hey kid, can you see those heavy clouds rising behind the
mountains? Time to run and take cover inside my Invisible Castle of Words.
They say, Today, many people around the world suffer
from the Epidemic of Lonesomeness and there is no cure for this!
I Miss Me! Can’t thank God enough for teaching and preparing Me as
an orphaned boy: to survive in my own words-lit corner where no stress can pull
Me down!
Thank You Lord for my Sanity, no amount of money in
this world can buy sobriety and a sound mind!
Eureka! It don’t matter even if you can forget my name, I’m still
here and Miss Me no more! Mother said my name was Sydney.. Wow!
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