Habituating Myself

I am habituating myself to live in sorrow.
Today is over but what would happen tomorrow.
Question of my fate knocks my future door
I just keep numb, I have no voice to roar.

I am habituating myself to live in minimal
Unwillingly, it was never my principle
The joy of luxury can ruin my basic goal
Others will be far ahead and I'll be left alone

I am habituating myself not to cry.
I may have to cry for worst and tears may dry.
The tears may take away the only smile
Sadness and pain torturing all while

I am habituating myself to analyze my way
Before there is darkness and I am left to sway
From here to nowhere or where ever it be
Trying to find my own identity.(Sagarmani)