My heart tears off,
At times when I think of the impossible
My spirit wears off,
At times when I think of my ambitions
I'm stuck sometimes I feel,
In the books that are black and white
I was always enclosed by the words I feel
I never allowed myself to come out
But how comes I dreamt??
That was extremely against the rules
Wasn't I just meant to study?
Why did I break the discipline of school?
My dreams go against academics at times
I often think of performing in front of my fans
I get punches from my heart
Yet, my ambitions wear off,
Then I feel, may be I can't
I can't do that no matter what
So again I go
In the laps of my books
And then the words encage me soon...
~tell, am I wrong??
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