it was not a choice
like, to be or not to be
the threads of my frame work
essence of my being
when they realise upon me
it was already there, staring in silence
then I learned, I learned to read
and I thought I could fight
fight, the feeling of being sad
was I naive? may be or may be not
I learned to be not sad
and then it pulled me back
like it never left
from my realm, dripping from bones
I learned to flew and I flew high
was I puerile? may be or may be not
I felt I had to stop to fly
I was damned to come back
to the sad ground,
where nothing grows and it just hounds
then it dawned upon me
the truth of the universe
seeds are in me,
they just water them
cutting edges the cutting edge
they just show me the mirror
ugly and normal
pathetic, simply sad
should not it stop and
Lets just accept the fate!
