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 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'.