Of course I am scared of all this..
Of the responsibility and duty,of the wars and wounds..
Of the weal and woes..
Some responsibilities,they take away from us the childhood we have..
And make us grow up over night..
What to say when there is no time to grow,as it is only responsibility and responsibilities..
Nothing right?
Of course there is nothing to say about it..
It is who you are..
You have to go through what you have to go through..
Still somewhere,I wish,atleast a part of you would keep that innocence of yours safe..
That can dance and sing freely..
In this web of responsibility..
