carried away by failures

With every thought of mine people dissent

i am being put to a mayhem loosing my identity

no I am not heart broken 

no I am not a mere daydreamer

my ambitions turning me atrocious

my path covered with frivolous stifle me

I am not alive to die but at present stifled 

I am longing for you dear tranquility

i wish to extricate myself

I do not wish to fly but I wish to stand up and walk again

I am not impressed by paradigm but succumbed with failure

for they are real they make me stand while I am still in predicament