Yet again..

Yet again.. I stand here:
wondering at my own self
peeking at the corner-most of my emotions
to uproot, those which can revolt & emerge;

Yet again.. am being torn apart
between head & heart,
Seems like a never ending game of fate, I suppose
to make the path of life, rather an abstract.

I look back in time & the time ahead
being stood at this very moment,
can only wish to beat the time, itself
instead of acting like it's mere puppet!

With a cry out, and a laughter aloud
It's the mixed feelings, which I know not how to compress
For age seems to pile up experiences
Yet again.. battle-up, with no advices.