Shape it. Slim or curvy? Tall or short? We all do something to make the body fit. Fat or skinny? We do stuffs to get it on the trend. Yesterday people liked skinny girls. Today the award goes to curvy women. "Make it trim, make it fit, like guys want" mama says. Who else wanted their own wish? Change for him, now change for her. Tomorrow it's me, do the same. Who sees the inside? Who told you can be yourself? Who changes their mind knowing it all goes under Earth oneday, BUT SOUL DOESNT?
"Look at me chase my dreams like I caught these fireflies on summer night" I was made of clouds, that knew of heights to reach, and now it feels like I have been petrified into a sculpture, steadfast. But I am trying!
Oh! wasn't I a bit too fearless of this world, and now I am engulfed in unknown fears, why? I was dauntless, ready to conquer like Alexander and now I am daunted, sitting in corner writing poems while trying to solve this labyrinth I am in, I am afraid. But I am trying!
I have been growing wings since my early teenage years; now they seem to be glued. I was flying in my alate dreams alongside the clouds and now I am a flightless bird out of a sudden. Oh but I still have my feet, I should run. I am genuinely trying!
And oh! I wasn't scared of falling, I wasn't scared of the wounds and injuries but now one more fall, and I feel like I won't be able to get up, one more wound, and I won't stop bleeding and crying. But I am still trying!
These feet I have been relying upon feel like cemented while others' feet evidently are walking away, walking forward. I was running spiritedly and now I am slow paced in this rushing world.It is hard. But I am trying! I promise. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~