i see myself as a pendulum
bouncing back and forth
between arrogance and doubt

i see myself swaying here and there
coming back in the centre
swaying away again

i think to myself may be i am the one seeing
may be i am the bolt staying
i think i get tired i think again

i step back and observe
all this drama i create
laugh at it,it makes me cry at times

i say enough is enough
bring it on
whatever it is
i will go with the flow
surrender amidst
i will free myself to just be as it is
i question this ‘i’
it is blurred than before
i question this ‘i’
and wooooof here it passes by
Sarandha