Back Seat

Longing for these days when the journey started
Never knew where would I be
and there isn't any big change
except, I lost me

Drained , jammed and packed,
are the streets where I walk
thinking all to myself
and no one else to talk

Or standing by the night
and listening to its beats
no control whatsoever
aimless ascents and retreats

perhaps
this is what happens
when the life takes a back seat