It's me, it's me ,it's me in the end.
Not my parents, not my friends.
For when the day, finally comes to an end.
It's me who'd be happy, it's me who'd be sad.
Then why should someone else decide?,
What's good for me and what is bad.
And why do I raise this bar so high?
Standing on the ground, do I really need to fly?
It's okay if I want to touch the sky.
But for that, do I need a 'why'?
A motivation, a bunch of lies.
That if i go through some struggle and pain
Eternal happiness is what I'll gain,
That sorrow won't exist, and joy will rain,
You call me stupid, but then you're insane.
For eyes wide open you haven't yet seen,
The fights and battles through which I've been
You may hurl me curses, the most obscene
But at least I'd die a human being.
Unilke y'all.
Frustrated Toms running their neverending chase,
Behind a Jerry who's always winning the race
And the more you try to boost your pace,
The more adieus you'd get from Grace.

So, Stop. Take a break. Give yourself some time
Observe your body, explore your mind.
And closing your eyes, breathe in real deep,
And find the nature of that you seek.
Is it a mindset that you want to gain.
Why then are your efforts meeting only the drain?
Or is something else at play
That keeps you grinding night and day.
Ponder on this if you may, but be quick!!
For all of us have a dying day,
And breathed have we more and lived have we too less.
That life's more than this tangled mess,
Of thoughts and emotions that you are in.
That reality is just a psychological film,
And may be all you need is a good director.
I'll stop here now, let your mind do the rest,
For it's best. That I leave you on unbiased ground.
'Cause, hopefully after a year round,
When you, with the answers of your questions found, realize
That life's a canvas not a battleground
That happiness isn't just shillings and pounds
And that the canvas is white and it's up to you,
To shade it in darkness or in a joyful hue.
        

                                                   - Bluefeather