Humble beginnings - sordid ahead

I was born off a star - quite literally, fallen from the skies, into this world of misery and labour. I call myself enslaved to the path no one dares take because i believe that i have a fixation for the unknown, an obsession promulgated by my forefathers to the only path - i think. Although, it's merely a fixation now, an unfulfilled fantasy.

i feel drawn and sick going about the dull monotony of a routine - somehow, as much as i hate it, i am already pulverised in this grind. i feel like i am running in circles, each time on the same route, at the same time of the day, in the same vicinity.

Everyday i feel like the world is on my shoulders and i have to run and take it to the nearest hospital to get it treated of its maladies. Somehow, the disease seem to have gone in too far to be cured. I understand that - i suffer. May be i am debilitate and the rest of the world is in good shape. May be it's the other way round.