Every day I say to myself, deep in my mind
I wonder where the hell am I heading to.
Then I assess my deeds that I did in the past,
And the things I am doing or would rather do.
I tell myself, please change this time
Life is not your planned penned down draft.
Eventually things never take shape,
Its not the prep class craft .
I love talking, I love talking to myself,
I say things I dream to dream.
I wonder where the lovely days go…
It goes to recycle it seems.
You know when that eerie feeling
Sends shiver down that spine?
You know that’s when I feel it within,
Baby, you are just born to be mine.
I love sunshine,
I love when they fall on the greens.
Do you remember the last time we met?
The lonely walks , the calm footed steps …were serene .
Come and love me more,
Love me like they do in books and reels'.
I know am non committal attyms , if i had been oneWoudn't that be too surreal to feel?
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