Behind the windy days, dreams fly away
Behind the teary days clouds wash the bruises that kept aching for days
Behind the lightning , thunder spill some harsh Truths
Life is only a light paper plane
That one day will fly away
And in a blink of an eye, the daydream will stay hidden in the mind's dark regions,
As fear crowned our decisions and every move we had to risk and take
We become weak that we start missing the life we wish we had lived
Stuck between the wish to start living right now
And the fear of it is too late to go in front of the curtains and open the doors of secrets
But what to do? Plan B was always safe to live by, as I will never be noticed
And I have learned that not hoping will bring the peace always
And that I am destined to live a life according to the average people's pace
Because what to desire when all the flames are turned to fears and burning fires.
Well, I am still convincing myself that blending in is safer than standing out, a constant conversation between the heart and the mind
And that I am too weak to handle success's crown
Still pushing myself to believe that having a bad something is always better than having nothing!
I have become shattered pieces that all my fragments hate each other
I have till now lived an uncoordinated life full of mess and meagerness
I had to save being happy until maybe my disappointment will turn into satisfaction
And that maybe someone someday will save me
Resisting my soul's purpose, sent me to a dark hole, where I can see the future wearing the regret's cloak
And my Heart's walls painted with gray and blue
Sad to know that if I keep moving at this pace, this nightmare might become true
And will blame luck for not coming my way
I want to convince my mind that we are not failing the desires and hopes
Instead we are failing to even try to stand and get close to the daydream we are saving for the sad days
And that the ugly scene we have right now is what we have been threading willingly
That feeling Awkly is a way to cope with fears that are clipping our wings to fly to where hope hidden between the clouds
I am tired for postponing life to the closed eyes at night
And to the dawn that keeps showing without bringing any change or an altered desirable life
I want to be free, and strive to success easily
I don't want me to be captive to this kind of life anymore
But I wonder where are the promising doors
That my soul keep showing me whenever my eyes are closed!
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