I have tried so hard
and got so far
'in the end
it doesn't even matter.

Its dark everywhere. Maybe even darker than usual lives. the green under my feet, i can feel the softness of the night. Because the darkness is on its pick and it has full meaning of its name. I come back from outside and sit in the balcony and suddenly i hear a car tearing apart the silence of the night. The Driver is quite drunk and he hardly has seen the speed breaker ahead. What can i say? I say nothing but see the car struggles to slow down before it. Where is the car actually heading? Nobody knows. Destination is a very confusing one in life. Sometimes its obvious. Just like the night reaches the dawn.

Every night I pass thinking about myself. I reach the dawn but fail to find myself. I sleep in the morning and i miss all my classes. I sleep almost the whole day and rise in the noon. I am in a total social disorder. Sometimes I think I am a failure of modern society. Sometimes I think I have no achievement and i have no goals. I am a man living only in the present. I have got neither the past to perish nor the future to dream . I was toled that man is as big as his dream. I have got no dreams. So am I even a human?

Anyways after all this time i have come to know that I have lost my identity. Everyday I try to find myself in lots of ids. And every night
I cry "WHO AM I"