Existence

Tomorrow you will wake up,

Drag yourself out of your bed,

Even when your mind is tired,

So is every cell in your body.

Then you will ponder,

Over the idea of your existence,

While your body habitually,

Gets drenched in hot shower.

May be you will have ideas,

Of the grand escape you dream of,

While you munch your toast,

Or wonder of your might-be fantasies,

While your throat gulps warm coffee.

With lumps of mundane thoughts to puke,

While peeking over the traffic enroute,

With people buzzing their way through.

You will remember that forgotten city,

That leaves you wondering who you are,

And when you press buttons on the elevator,

You will think of leaving a footprint there,

Reminiscing the way you breathe atop that old cliff.

While your feet walk their way to work,

All you have been thinking about is to leave,

When you really don't know where to.

But even though your mind is clueless,

For discovering another journey,

Now that you are at the end of one,

With all the glory it has offered,

You will hope of finding it the next day,

While you return to your bed at night.

And with a million oscillations in your mind

Like the unwritten pages of your story

You will remember having read somewhere

On a worn-out whiteboard in blue

'Existence is a struggle'

And you will hope to write some day

'But it is worth finding'.