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The sun has risen, The aims are set. The road is known, The bag is packed. Standing in the doorway, I am stopped in my shoes, Around me, something swoons. This is what I wanted. This is what I needed. Today, I know where and how to get it, still My mind is playing games. The night has draped the sky, I stand on the terrace, up so high. My breathing is quick, The wind is washing my face, Self-loathing has left no trace. I hold the trophy right now, I have achieved my aims somehow. I should celebrate and I am, but I know it is not the beer, then why My mind is playing games. I am surrounded with loving people, I have nothing to worry about. Situations aren’t so bad either. A normal day I am living, No big decisions to make. Simple chores I am doing, Why life seems no easy cake? I know the life I want to live, I know it is no easy **** still My mind is playing games. It is not that I cannot do it. It is not that I don’t have enough passion. It is not that I am refraining from doing my bit. It is not that my thoughts are not in fashion. A breath of the freshest air, A shower of the coolest water, A hand of the loveliest heart, A peaceful moment of the most peaceful. This is all I need, where my mind is paying all heed. This is how it will stop the games, and I will rise to the aimed fames.
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Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 3:47 AM UTC
My Mind Is Playing Games
The sun has risen, The aims are set. The road is known, The bag is packed. Standing in the doorway, I am stopped in my shoes, Around me, something swoons. This is what I wanted. This is what I needed. Today, I know where and how to get it, still My mind is playing games. The night has draped the sky, I stand on the terrace, up so high. My breathing is quick, The wind is washing my face, Self-loathing has left no trace. I hold the trophy right now, I have achieved my aims somehow. I should celebrate and I am, but I know it is not the beer, then why My mind is playing games. I am surrounded with loving people, I have nothing to worry about. Situations aren’t so bad either. A normal day I am living, No big decisions to make. Simple chores I am doing, Why life seems no easy cake? I know the life I want to live, I know it is no easy **** still My mind is playing games. It is not that I cannot do it. It is not that I don’t have enough passion. It is not that I am refraining from doing my bit. It is not that my thoughts are not in fashion. A breath of the freshest air, A shower of the coolest water, A hand of the loveliest heart, A peaceful moment of the most peaceful. This is all I need, where my mind is paying all heed. This is how it will stop the games, and I will rise to the aimed fames.
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Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 3:47 AM UTC
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