Strange situation
There is no interest
No Motivation
All are good
But doing all this
Running away
part of the race
Why am i staying
I'm absolutely static
I'm not bored
I am not unhappy
even there is no restlessness
There is no hurry too,
no Attraction
there is aim but no movement
I am not agree
But accepted it too
I want to do everything but
Everything is not done by itself
every step is heavy
How long is the time
to pass quickly,
the friends are good but not true
But hopefully
Why are the people who are truthful
but hopeful of hope?
Everyone knows
he think of others
the same which is he himself
That's the reason
Not every time this would happen again
that my sister wrote this