window of HOPEs

trapped in a mire of reality,

sometimes dreams are all i have,

reality is nothing but

a well disguised mirage;

torn between the two,
i fight on and on and on,
every day with my own self,
to keep my sanity and live another day;

with my head full of pride,
hell-bent on proving a few people wrong,
unabated, i continue, living my life
in the dreams of yesterday;

in a world full of lies and deceit,
where people change alliances at a drop of a coin,
sometimes there is a window of hope,
that all is not lost after all;

as the year comes to a close,
i try not to go back to where i began,
a brand new year, a fresh new start,
to rewrite the script with my own plan;