Looking for promised land

How do I move forward.

I feel stuck glued to a place

There is no movement

And the time has lost its pace

The second, the minutes

The hour and the day

Are now all meaningless

For the age is now in decay

Every steps feel heavy

Every breath is hard

Ever thought, every action

Makes me feel at war

I am tired of it all, but

I have to keep moving

Just over the horizon, may be

The Promised land lies waiting

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