WHERE WAS I......!!!??

On the day of writing this blog this poem has only been recited once & is not yet recorded so viewers of the blog have first hand interaction with this piece.
I ask myself where I was all this time..what was I doing with my life & if that is what I was supposed to do or I was in the wrong direction...we all can relate to this piece because at some point we have felt lost....
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                              WHERE WAS I
Where was I...Where did I go...Who stole myself from me....Who did all this to me...
Maybe I did it to myself...Maybe someone else is responsible....
But all that doesn't matter..The most important question is....Where was I...!!??
Did I loose myself too much...Did I go too deep in the game & crossed the lines that can never be crossed back...
or maybe I followed the voice calling me from a distance & got lost in the woods....
Perhaps I was drowned by the darkness......
Where was I when all this was happening....
Was I blind drugged up or something.....
I was lost like finding Nemo
Like Alice maybe I was lost in wonderland chasing fairy tales & happily ever after endings.....
Which are illusions in real life....coz I had left the lord my God pending in exchange for the emptiness & gods of this world.....
Almost loosing my soul in the fast-lane, while paper-chasing & speeding for bright-lights,spotlight, Hollywood living & Vegas star-life....
I need someone to help me figure out this puzzle, coz I keep repeating the same mistakes, Every time I make a move...
Help me find my way out of this misty, foggy, darkness....
Take me out of this place.....Take this place out of me.....
I need to be free, with endless possibilities, just like the blue waters in the sea.......
Free like a bird in the sky stocking together with those of the same feather.....
Free like a new born baby straight from it's mother,s womb. The yungin in diapers crawling on the floor, playing with the sand....
Free doing what I was born to do, my mission on earth my anointing....
We sometimes loose ourselves while trying to find us.....
Some of us get stuck in between & get lost in the way......
At times we under value ourselves because we know not our worth & try to run away from ourselves but find no where to hide.....
traveling all over the world in search of something that we later find is home......
coz East or West, home is best....
& in the end we realize that home is not a country or a place but a feeling & I feel at home.....
I'm glad to be back home.......