Live a life.. or waste it...

There's more to life than this.
Certainly more than what I believe.
And my imagination is limited.
My mind is a little baby.
One who knows nothing.
This baby looks content
With what he sees, what he has.
Although he seeks to explore more,
Yet, being a baby, what can he?
There are more cities than
What I have seen so far
More nations, more worlds,
More planets, perhaps...
Then why am I bound?
Why shrunken only to die?
To die without having lived?
Nah, a straight, plain "NO", I say!
With whatever I have today,
My conscience, my talents, skills,
Howsoever scarce they may be,
I shall set them free to life,
For if I keep them caged, confined,
They would still strive to escape,
And in the process, Lord,
I might just earn a few regards,
But, I shall have wasted a life.

My Wall

Well, then,
all of a sudden,
one fine day,
it occurred to may (me)
to put whatever
I got in color
on a public wall
to see for all,
and that's how
I'm here, now,
and you see the wall?
Keep looking, bird!
Welcome to my world!