who am i? what am i doing?
getting disciplined, when life is brewing?
pensive thoughts of uncertain existence
were laid down to widen the distance
familiarity they say to give comfort attempts
but likeness is what bred contempt
in the brevity of just another moment
the mind spoke an intolerable torrent
with boredom and discomfort she got choked
she spread her wings and they were shocked
to build her nest she had worked
pent up anger and frustration stored
the days of celebration now began
the cork from the Champaign had just sprung
life was calling and she was running
now colours are shades of happiness, stunning
her loud chatter and laughter infectious
candid to the core and humor is obnoxious
misplaced frens, she found what she had lost
no more there were disloyal thoughts from the past
this was cornered, like on a roof top
she cudnt rise anymore, nor try to stop
would she walk down the stairs or take the plunge
yu n me wudnt ever know, or wud we chump?
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