I guess I am becoming the carpenter of my
cross,
What I mean is at times doing unnecessary
things,
Make me often suffer or rather get annoyed
at myself,
Oh, my mind so stressed out that life seems
so, so dull,
As each one hopes for bright future and
visions,
As every other kid thinks: Oh, why the hell
did I do this?
Can’t
I be more mature enough?
Why
always cry over the spilt milk in my life?
To
topple down my emotions,
To
realise my state of grace,
To
nurture broken bonds,
To
fill the world with sentiments of love,
To
rescue the needy in anguish,
To tell myself I can do something better,
Than
the one who hasn’t at least done anything.
Ya, that’s right I ain’t ruining my life,
For its never late than never>>>
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