Someday as time goes by,
When we wont chase misprinted lies,
Somewhere along the lines,
We fight for our right to survive,
Somehow learnt to be on my own,
Maybe I’ll be better off then.
I am not a poet, I don’t write,
I just scribble, In hope, I recognize,
The good things in life,
Have been the smaller bouts of happiness,
That I earned over time,
If could be why,
When could be how,
This is where I end,
The questions remain larger,
I finish in a nutshell,
My gift of self is yet weak,
And I remain on my own,
But its better than,
Having my personality raked amok.
Its crazy how I messed up the last line 😛
Preparing for Artificial Intelligence mid term at the moment and just got sleepy…got myself thinking, started scribbling and here I am…updating another one.
C.S remains a new endeavor…I admit. I haven’t been happier in a long long while and I feel myself fitting in nicely.
But its time to get back on track and find more answers than questions….I guess that was on my mind when I started writing this.