Noboday cares of, what you say or do,
coz everyone thinks the same too.
They won’t understand a bit of you,
until they walk in your shoe.
Pick a pen, a chalk, a stone,
or just your finger dipped in ink.
Recall the past, and your comfort zone,
write your future, and let it sink.
Close your eyes, and forget the past,
just so you realize, how comfort stinks.
Feel the life, that you just wrote,
in you heart, with that ink.
Now a journey begins, afresh anew,
take control, of happiness in you.
Life is short, a moments few,
enjoy it like the morning dew.