Another good day,
Has been laid to waste,
Absolutely no work done,
What a sheer disgrace.

I do not know what to believe,
It is like I am a cluster of thousands of thoughts,
Thoughts that are the evidence of the the circumstances,
Thoughts that are not mine; but more like in me
Thoughts that I am conditioned to think as a verdict of my emotions.

Maybe I am not me.
Maybe I am just an instrument of the environment,
Maybe I am just an equipment for helping the sustainability of these thoughts,
Maybe these thoughts are the real vase of life,
Maybe they are what it means to be alive.

Like a nail i am rusted,
But alas, unto you i am trusted.
I am not the best mold,
But everyone says your work is gold.

The trees,
The stars,
The galaxies,
The flowers.

I'll heal,
When the birds will sing,
I'll heal,
When the kaleidoscopic butterfly will kissed the sun streaked sky,
I'll heal,
When the clouds will rain purity and tranquility,
I'll heal,
When the moonlight will caress my scares,
I'll heal,
When the dew drops will glimmer and settle on my palms,
I'll heal,
When the monsoon inside me will no longer snarl,
I'll heal,
When the white lines will break scattering colors in the sky to glorify lives everywhere,
I'll heal,
When the sun sets to  mark thee beginning of dusk,
I'll heal,
When i am me,
I'll heal,
When it is meant to be.

Maybe i will,
Maybe i won't,
I do not know,
I want them to be proud of me,
But i still cannot let it all go,
I do not want to,
I have hurt them enough before,
It will last a life time and be enough,
But i do not want disappointment as a description on my epitaph,

Be like,
Persephone,
Walk into darkness with flowers as your shield.

Be like,
Aphrodite,
Grant your loyalty to nature.

Be like,
Icarus,
Dare to touch the skies.

Be like,
Achilles,
Always remember your duty.