Misplaced, Misunderstood...

Beyond the cold gloomy winter nights,

Along the hot and humid summer days,

Through the Soggy pouring downs,

I hoped to walk towards the Spring.


Among the cries for help and survival,

Amid the blind acceptance of social practices,

Witnessing the reluctance towards love and sharing,

I stand, misplaced, misunderstood.



With an optimism that's seldom been this scarce,

But, with an ever conscious ego that never wants to give up,

Drawing strength from places and people afar,

I walk, lazily but steadily, in search of love and destiny, misplaced, and misunderstood.