A Thought

A thought There was a day when I used to be happy, There was a day when I felt like alive, But now I am not even me , Different person in my cover, This is what I think over and over. Maybe time travel was not a myth, I could go back and enjoy the time a bit, To the young, I just wanted to meet, Give him a hug and an advice a bit, Nah, not possible from the chair I sit. Just some words floating in my mind, Always troubling me not so kind, May me there is a place of my True self where I can find. What is love that I didn't got, In the pool of hate I had to rot, A boring life waiting for a dot, A boring life waiting for a dot. What is the real meaning of life ? To just work till the end for a thrive ? Or its the road, we just taking a drive? Thought enough in a stanza of five.