A ride down memory lane,
Is needles and pain,
The anxiety and the suicidal acts,
It makes you want to attempt,
How I wonder,
I was so imprudent and absurd,
To even do such work,
Irresponsible and immature.
I really need to move on,
And start a new life,
One with tranquility and independence,
A dignified yet personified life,
In defiance of my act,
In leadership of my say,
And thoughts that may not go astary,
For I need to relish,
To ponder and work on myself,
To lead a good and non materialistic life.
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 6:16 PM UTC
A ride down memory lane,
Is needles and pain,
The anxiety and the suicidal acts,
It makes you want to attempt,
How I wonder,
I was so imprudent and absurd,
To even do such work,
Irresponsible and immature.
I really need to move on,
And start a new life,
One with tranquility and independence,
A dignified yet personified life,
In defiance of my act,
In leadership of my say,
And thoughts that may not go astary,
For I need to relish,
To ponder and work on myself,
To lead a good and non materialistic life.
