Chained Thoughts

Living my life in a viscious circle
Oblivious of a corner
Nor a destination
Dried out of fascination

My ambitions are dependent
And thoughts are chained
Have a particular stand
Which is hard to understand

Its not out of happiness
Nor a sorrow may be
But it is full of dreams
Unbaked though it seems

Want to free the minds
Of surfaced dependency
No doubt its a parasite
Which needs a tough fite

For me, its not money
Rather its convenience
Which makes life busy
And my head dizzy

A bag full of questions
Hunting for solutions
But i think its dependancy
Which hurts my fancy

A bath in my thoughts
Followed by a weep a cry
Stop!!! lifes not tough
Rather it is rough

Its not my fault
For its my make
Finding faults here n there
Ending its a stupid fair

Sayin sorry again n so
Will not make things better
By pumping a guilt factor
Fifty gallons per hectare

This is no poetry
But my chained thoughts
Spilling outta everywhere
Changin lanes in fast gear