Life Is What You Want It To Be
Roses are red, violets are blue
I am scared if it turns out true
The future that everyone, but me, see
They say, "boy dont dream things that wont fit in that sack"
The sack that stays on my back
As I scavenge, browsing the sea
Of things people refuse to keep
Life it seems, is a mountain of refuse, with a depth of despair
The ways of life, everyone says is to know ur place in life
If born in waste, then its going to end while scrounging ur keep
I belie this lie
For I know this isnt purpose of my life,
With this resolve I hold my sack on my back
And balance a book in my hand
Copyright © Agnimitra Mishra | Year Posted 2015
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