Stuck In A Trance.

feeding my eyes , staying observant suddenly I'm a hunter for greatness
in the midst of a gloomy atmosphere
it's up to me to create my happiness

have always heard the call
but I'm hesitant to answer
seems I hate what I don't like
the resemblance is striking
but only real recognizes real

while the damsel feels my cup
was when I realized how famished I am
starved of unconditional love and attention
thanking her with a smile she says don't mention
as she places my head on her chest like it's a cushion

absence indeed makes the heart grow fonder
why less is more I tend to wonder
I know solace is around the corner
I hate to make my thoughts carnal

feeling like a lone wolf , yet longing for a pack,

what a tough nut to crack,
a day will come when I'll make my mark
till then I stay scheming hoping to blessed and not run out of luck .