Crow’s Heart, Body of the Dove!

Dead. I feel. Alive. I am. I exist. Unfortunately! 

The burden of life, aimless, is on my shoulders;
Muscular heart, behind the bars, feels like a boulder.
I am the sailor of the ship, who's lost amidst the ocean;
Confused is my mind between mixed emotions.

Beliefs and hopes no more provide directions. 
The positive view I had, is changing into negative perception!
Dreams have me falling from the peak of success, into the mud of failure;
My sharp vision and clear mission are becoming a foggy blur.

Strings inside me are so stretched, a pinch of pain more, they will break.
I roam around with a pretty broad smile, though fake!
My imagination is caged as its wings don't have the power to touch reality;
It's a bird which colours my dull world and idealises humanity!

Vigour and enthusiasm is something that my spirit lacks.
In search of purpose, I am giving my brain, deep cracks.
They tell me to do what I like to, be with who I love.
How to tell them, all I am left with is crow's heart, body of the dove!

“Existential Crisis is just a phase” kind comments I get,
Thinking it to be the last my mind get into arrest.
But!
But it's true, this darkness is just of an ephemeral night;
And everything will light up again by sun shine so bright…