i am running too.jus tht smtimes i hv a chance to stand out n see myself passing.

Who am I....is the qstn most ppl ask me &

What am i doing......is wht i ask myself smtimes.



Where is d end of it all......at what moment willl it stop ,so that i can race myself till there n fall on d gravel,tht its over.And another day,as consciousness hits me,d clock starts to tick,d race of my mind begins......what is it that i want today that will make me happy......wish life was as simple enuf as wayside labourers or the ants that circumvent me n my rommates bedding to ferry food.