I stand at that point
where yesterday seems so ancient
where tomorrow is so far
where each smile is so painful
soul strewn with scars.
There is light at the end of the tunnel
There is hope they say
for all that you want to come true
all that we live with for.
It is never so easy
to be carefree
to be like the bird in the sky.
To keep that smile lightened
to be what you want.
Struggle is a part of life they say
why not it should be, they ask.
Where are they when you need them
understand you without a word spoken.
(PS: Toothache, headache and ulcer on tongue with travel plans with these is not good)