Drift

She can't lie over that time behind mean, From the bottom of life not planned to be lived, It was someone else that she see, But not in the state to grief, In a sharp turn,things changed suddenly, It felt as if everything was a bereave, Tried all to get everything rightly, She knew she was backsliding, She knew she was not of herself, Yeah,maybe you would be a talkative to that, Deep within her ears,voices were directing her steps, Not suitable to be at the bank of a deadly river, The appearance of the river stole her instinct with a mutual urge of a diva, Frustratingly,series of pain were developed in her neck, No one knew where she fell as a victimized bird, Even though one man concernedly said to her, "Everyone is now giving a complain about you, And I suggest you come back to your formal self", All that he said was accepted to be a fallacy, The problem was just a result of she being spiritually unstudious of late, It wasn't easy for her to be repositioned, Yet,she had everything needed to pass life examination, Later realisation held her to revive by surprise, And now,not even a child can deny the fact that she's alright.