I am the prisoner of my indolence.
I am the prisoner of my inability.
The stoic in me can never express.
I am the prisoner of my velleity!
I have been too timorous.
I have been too shy.
It haunts me thinking that,
That much I never really tried!
Perseverance is bliss!
Sadly I am oblivious to it!
The dreamer in me is paralyzed:-
Giving up at the first sign of defeat!
Shelved in my own grave,
I am the dead man alive!
Wills eroded, emotions dried up;
I am a lost soul, grayed and naive!