Why is it, everyone near and far,
Expresses shock at the way you are,
Oh! Sometimes, how I wish they could see,
That we were never meant to be.
How long will you cover, your truth with lies,
Hopefully, till the day you die,
Cause if the mask is ripped, off you,
Even your conscience, will refuse to face you.
It seems your conscience doesn’t do its job,
You never listened to it, it’s become a slob,
Mine pricks me all the time,
And curses me, for the day I made you mine.
You like to think only of yourself,
At the cost of everything else,
I only want to caution you,
At least to yourself, you’ve got to be true.
Don’t want to drag in, the past today,
Doesn’t really matter now what you or I say,
We’ve shared some good times, let’s treasure those memories,
And try to forget, the bad ones, at least.
There’s no point, if you don’t know your mind,
When what you want is not defined,
That’s why I guess you are so confused,
Get a grip darling! And do what you should.
Half our life goes, to find the right way,
Don’t fritter the remaining away,
By now, you should have got your direction right,
After all you only have one life.
The only difference between you and me,
Is that you saw things. individually,
You found succor and solace outside,
Whereas I had to delve deep inside.
Doesn’t really matter the number of friends you have,
If you are the one with the defective tab,
It’s the constant inner correction, you see,
You have to fine tune, to live peacefully.
Please don’t take this as a sermon or advice,
It’s not something, I’m consciously trying to write,
Some times I feel I’m under a strange spell,
These words like vomit my soul wants to expel.
