Lifeideas Stories

Some small pieces of my mind written into poems. ~~ Some are happy, some are sad. Mainly sad.

A poetry on the young age and the changing elements in the common life. As one grows in the age, the go through a lot of changes and sometimes or say many a times, they are not able to accept things as they are. Some people grow more than their age and find difficult to adjust with some who are still child . He/she may try to adjust, going easy and fair and in the process, they end up hurting themselves. So the time comes when they realize to get rid off fools and live the way they are. Its not like being alone, its like waiting for real one's to come.