Me My New Friend Poem by Khoj Agarwal

trying to search,
but they aren't constant
i know where to go
but there is no will, only force.
peace is neither here, nor there
the difference is, just the hopes.
trying to divert my mind,
but i want to focus and concentrate.
live for myself or others,
is the question.
live for me or my career
is the question.
live for love or stability
is my question
time passes by,
even without making me feel its presence.
people expect,
but what i expect is just a hope in me.
in all this, i made a friend.
someone always been there,
but never met or spoken to.
that someone is me.
that someone explained me live for your happiness,
and the world will care for their,
i replied, ' for some people i am thier world, and for me few are my world.'
one disease i have is expectation,
it is not all the people,
but my expectation has made me question so much.
a question i ask,
'is it easy to break a dream or is it easy to break a breath? '