DECONSTRUCTING SELF

I'm awake, you're still sleeping
The sun will rise like yesterday
Everything that we are now
Is everything we can't let go
Or its gone forever, far away
I hope tomorrow is like today
Don't you go away tomorrow
I don't think I could handle that
You're probably dreaming that you're flying on
Then you start to fall
But then you rise
and shine forever
Don't go away
I hope tomorrow is like today

I've known it since long but never truly realized what it actually meant.My brother told me ,his friends testified to it ,but it was so distant and faint that the fact it would really matter was a stranger to me.So here i confess at last..i feel it ..that pang of craving ..the paucity of time in hand all creeping in ! Time's flying away ,that too in gallops .I imagine myself standing in the midst of a desert trying to hold on to the loose fragments of sand ..but it keeps slipping from my clutches..leave alone the metaphor, but last two years have sped away like a comet zooming into the abysses of the universe withholding nothing ,no sense of direction whatsoever.
Well it all started an unrelenting afternoon almost two years back..it was the usual august day..mercury rising all the time.The grueling registration session was over..finally..and it was time i paid a visit to my newly allotted hostel room..accompanied by my father..a bunny of a room .honestly unimpressive to be fair..i still remember that distant feeling when i was all on my own...I've never been away from home ..(i was a fresher..so none of the kota or delhi stints..) the first week was strange ..