What happens when you can no longer justify your past ?
When you can no longer identify with yourself ?
You never were what you thought you were and you still aren't and hence you never will be ?
When all the excuses start to seem not good enough ?
When your own reflection starts to aggravate you ?
When you completely lose touch with reality or may be its the first time that reality has hit you, well you'll never know ?
How do you know that all these years weren't a waste, that still all is not lost ?
How could you possibly do things differently this time ?
The path is becoming steeper and where's the hope of reaching the top when you could not reach the other end of the lush green field in your backyard...