story of life

I am a flying bird
Flying to search my story
A story of mixed emotions and consequences
A twisted, sweet & sour tale of my glory .

Maybe I am a soldier
Fighting against myself
Hoping for my anger to get controlled
With a plastic smile and an ease mind.

Look in the mirror
I never find myself
I've been lost on the way in woods
Stuck in the middle, trying to get help...

I am changing with tides
In this fight and search; I hold my pen
And write my earthly story
Erasing the past; making the future
I go on with them as they do so.

This is life's way to confess that,
No man can back , nor can they surrender
Each steps needs to pay a price
A dreadful price but never give up.
No two games are same; different to different names.