The Dilemma of being

Tired, worn out and sapped The lonely man waiting for the day to end The night is better, kind and comforting Sleep swallows all The life is good and bad Changing colors like a chameleon At times, one fails to reconcile Becoming the odd man out No other option except to live Happy or sad, in the harmony All are in the same boat Only the responses vary Move, move and move You cannot sleep forever The waves are not silent They will wash you away The dilemma lies in being You are a part of the crowd Sharing traits of collective souls You have to behave like others The body and mind is yours Surroundings are not created by you. You get fixed into them Becoming a part of the same