Limiting Me

standing alone
waiting for good times
smile struck somewhere in between
eyes are losing its moisture

hoping,inspiring myself
diverting mind with distractions
distractions no longer affects me

free soul trapped in responsibilities
forgetting her flying nature


now lines are drawn around me
keep moving towards me
closer and closer
barely got any space

waiting for good times
trying to wipe of those lines
limiting me to be an object.