They say you write well
I say okay
I write as I feel
Feel bogged down at times
And still I continue to move on
For a voice inside me screams.
If something were meant to happen anyways
Why am I writing at all?
An experience or a lesson
I consider them fair
For they taught me
How unreal it is to be in despair.
Singing a good old song
Without the strings in my guitar
I get swayed in the melancholy
Of my illusionary avataar.
Who is gonna be there
When it is all silent and numb
There is a power inside me
That awakens the truth like a magnetic gun.
Finding ways through the odds
Has been the leisure’s of the magnificent
Who thy knows the legend
For we are the one who will make history
In the life that we create in the long run.
We wish a certain way. We pray differently. We know each other and then we don’t. Then what keeps us standing in reality. A way through life is to GROW. Grow as you meet new people, greet new people. Look at life as a time to make your best craft a reality. Look how the galaxies meet and how the stars greet. We smile at them for we know this magnifies the nature’s beauty.