Gloomy Ocean

On a strange road, with a strange way;
I keep myself busy all long day.
No hope to feel breeze,even winds are being cheat,
As if life is missing some special heart beat.
Distances and the differences,
is making me lame...
I don't know life is playing,
What sort of game...
Lost the thousand dreams of laughter,
Will ask the reason one day... to my life's drafter.
But still, crawling dreams and soaring desires,
Sometimes inside make fires...
Hope there will be a day, which would not be so blue,
And life will not leave me without any clue,
There'll be a sunshine in the cloudy sky,
Then with the broken wings, I'll be able to fly.