To have a mind free of conflicts
Is a blessing in disguise
For those of us who don’t
It can be a tad annoying
As what we want is perfectionism
At its highest glory
Which only happens in dreams
And tales where the protagonist is too damn boring
But to have conflict isn’t necessarily all too bad
To make a major decision of your life
It might be worthwhile
To have the pros and cons weighed against each other
Maybe that’s why now
I don’t expect patronage
For the carnage of my thoughts
Chasing said perfection won’t help you in either way
Won’t make you an angel
Or a devil either way
With each time you’ll learn to adapt
As such events mean you’re growing
Into a mature person
Which you don’t consider yourself to this day.
YOU ARE READING
Travelling through time
PoetryOur journey believe it or not begins the very day we are born. Our parents, the moment they look at us are filled with so many emotions and aspirations which we can't even begin to comprehend, certainly not then and not even now. At the end its upon...
