Worrying is like a rocking chair
It gives you something to do
But doesn't lead you
Anywhere...


Born with no sliver spoon
Lives heading itchy in a ghetto cafe
Taunted by wars at every corner
Wars, masses fought daily
To survive...
"You don't know a thing about me"
Some would say..
"You  don't ve the right to judge"
Others would be blunt..

Sometimes, I feel I dunno myself
the way I thought I do..
Sometimes, I ve these uncomfortable feelings
That I was born earlier than it should ve been
And I don't belong in this world..

Sometimes, I take a deep look at myself in the mirror,
and something in me
Feels I can do more if I let myself to
I feel my fingerprints needs to be felt in these world..

At times, I take a deep breathe,
Facing my potentials,
Wondering if I won't disappoint those who place me so high...
Ve got a life
That, I must live
So, I'll just make myself believe in ME
cos that's all I need to do
Believing in my dreams, vision, potentials
And chasing em ..
Right?