My gaze seem distorted, as I stare in despair searching for my lost self .
Thoughts of what would become of me ,and everything else I want to be .

My life for once has become a puzzle, a mystery that has proved to be a tussle.
Each day waking up to fix a missing link, to my expectations of a perfect life to live .

What does it take for us to be content ,when we have adapted to living a life of pretence ?
Where does life begin and end?
what do we really want out of it in the end?
Is it happiness, or wealth?
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