After almost two weeks of flying out of it
The jetlag seems to finally loosen its grip
and let me root yet again
to the skies I chose to soar
far from where my heart lies
Now I'll be waking up and falling asleep
at hours suited to see my dreams come to life
Unrealised all through, life itself become a dream,
lying in some corner of an unkempt day,
cluttered with flotsam of remnants of living,
waiting to be lived.
Jet-lag was something that kept tugging at me,
giving me some nights of missed sleep
and some odd awakenings,
when the world seemed to be going at its pace
leaving me behind
But the life -lag that I ended up having
trying to ride the flight of my dreams
Has left within me
no life, no dream
worth chasing or living
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