The days that pass by my conscience
Have bitten me
Hard
Just given pain, that's all
Gloomy, shady, and overwhelming memories
That cast their shadows on me
And my heart
That's been ripped apart
By flashes
Of my delirious past
Just comes up to me and says…
Gotta keep moving
While I'm just left behind
Thinking
How can it be?
Sweetness, fragrance and the smell
Of those old joyful days
Keeping me alive
Yeah, till date
Just can't seem to forget…
Can I?
NO
Gotta fight them…
Can I?
Questions roaring in my mind
Just asking, who the hell made it so?
Leave's me with one answer…
How can it be?
Let me lead a new life
Let me soar above my flight
Yes, just let me have it in me
To make myself
Surpass those abysmal days
And sustain pure life
A hopeful sight
In me…
Just gotta try to go in pursuit of happiness
To be ME
And there's one thing you need to know…
The answer to my question is…
IT`S GOT TO BE.
Take a moment in time and decipher its meaning in your life. Are you paying enough attention to your life? How about the people who pass you by everyday? Some days, I just write about a randomly overwhelming emotion while on other days, its just fun picking apart other people on what they've done. It's a balance between taking a window seat on a bus and pondering and taking the wheel of the bus and meandering.
