Long days and long nights,
Everything just feels right.
Then comes a voice of myth,
Dropping thoughts as I sit.
Something feels fishy ,
Your life is somehow always messy.
Shouldn't this be my inner words of belief,
But this hasn't got me any sort of relief.
When I plan to get ahead,
These twist and turn and make me regret.
Make me a slave of comfort zone,
And hardwork is thrown out of the throne.
Try to break this unfair trust,
But it doesn't even affects it's crust.
It's just a freedom I want to gain,
For this comfort that makes me vain.
Just to paint my life, my way,
And give a chance for awaiting ray.
To let them ,make me better,
Rather than being scatter.
Of hopes and dreams.
© Janani