But, I know for sure, I 'm sad
Why should I pretend, why should I lie
Doing those, my problems won't fly
Life is taking turns, leaving sharp burns
Prospects are dry, but still I won't cry
Life is shrinking
So now I'm thinking
The poisoned cup of destiny....do I gulp
Or, rise from lamb to lion, smashing everything to pulp
I'll rivet my thoughts towards an engaging session
But, the treasure hunt is within...that's the lesson
The devils are there, I can hear the roars
I'll dig up...what I am good at that w'll take me ashore
I won't let these choppy moments put a dent
Not a vestige of doubt, I w'll rebuild my tent
I'll settle for nothing less, no harm in more
The faint light from tower-houses.???.......VOILA!!!!...I'm nearing the shore.
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