The sun hid behind yet another day,
shielded by the power of the dense clouds
Light around was sparse and dull
and the mood in air was mellow and lull
I tried my best to pick myself up
and sucked the very last drop of my coffee cup
But my mood waxed and waned
in the hope of a revolution
A revolution that would churn the best in me
A revolution that will break the shackles
But where is it going to come from
that was the question raising in me
A question whose answers lie
very much within my jittery mind
I tried converting every fear into action
and waited to strike gold
I left no unturned stone
but my quest remained unquenched.
Alas my steps turned slower
and will to turn back more
as my destination became hazy
In a weak moment or so
I decided I had enough
and turned back defeated in my mind
But my heart wouldn't agree
the persistence of the voice within was compelling
I turned back and took one more step just for the heck
to step right into a gold mine
Ecstasy knew no bounds
and passion prevailed over logic
