Sad

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!