Fear of the unknown haunts me day and night
I am losing my battles and will to fight
I slog each day just to warm up to run
And here I was expecting from myself to win a marathon.
Blaming game I play each day
I blame myself and myself blames me .
the same monotonous routine I follow day after day
A routine full of challenges, from which I'd like to run away.
I walk past a memory lane where flowers had fragrance
Where sweet songs of birds were melodious to my ears
Where in spring, near my home, cherry apples would smear
I walk past that memory lane where life had no fear
