I may be nice
I may be lucky
I can take care of myself
I am matured enough to enjoy life,
No matter how hard I try, I do cry…..
Being nice isn’t enough,
Being lucky is not sufficient
Taking care does not include caressing
Lacking sense of maturity that life is enjoying
No matter how much I hide, I do cry…..
When I think about being lonely
When no one is there to talk
When no one comes to disturb the silence
No matter how hard I hide, I do cry…..
The shivering increases impatience
Loneliness shows reality
Communication returns echoes
And silence is cacophonous….
The abundance of feelings becomes flooded
The existence of ‘being’ is loaded
The random thoughts quarrel out loud…..
Even the sky has only single cloud!
No matter how hard I fight, I do cry…..
A simple song haunts your day
Heart gives out SOS – the Mayday
The eye site becomes blur…
Without prior warning, two drops occur