"Outage"

Ambitions soaring high
Self-conviction hiding low,
Standing up straight
Never seemed so tough before..

The back hurts, revolts
The legs seem to give way,
Knees don't help, traitors two
When I run, I only run away..

Thoughts that feed, nurture the mind
Refuse to co-operate,
Hungry for excitement
The stomach waits..and waits..and waits..

I look around, for ideas new
Hear my friends say "I told you so",
Disappointed without reason
The hand's unable to do a chore..

Not stirring to my name
My identity..I'm holding it tight,
My eyes wander aimlessly
I want to see more than black and white..

Voices seem blur,faded and far
Head is being an enemy true,
As of now, just one thing
A change of life would do..