How fruitless life is
How stupid is to be alive
Everyone tells me to own your mistakes
But did anyone allow me to live it once
Why rules were made
Why regulations were laid
Why abide means faithful
And choosing sounds deceitful
Is the length of life a possession of others
Why should I colour the canvas
If I don’t wish to
Why should I colour the canvas by the colours of their choice
How much more the tree should bend
Bending
And stretching beyond a point
The tree broke
And the elastic tore
I wonder why should one be alive
Why should I laugh
When all my eyes have
Are nothing but tears
How long should I fake smile
It’s been years of hopeless
And hapless existence
Wonder this fruitless journey could end
A journey nothing but pains
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Thanks a lot Marie…I feel much better
The great thing these days is the people with great advice you never asked for. Sometimes a sledgehammer is the tool required to get your point over. People tend to take notice when a sledgehammer is pulled from the holster. Plus, it makes you smile just that little bit more.
Very true…I am happy that people are so good..that it feels we are never alone…
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