Mistakes
Everyone seeks an answer, that I don’t have,
It is the same old Curious query!
Of future, of life, of choices about tomorrow..
All things that leave me dreary..
All I want, is to feel, the wind on my face,
And to define the touch of a feather,
To dance upon, unsung melodies,
To chase the untamed weather.
To smile and wonder, about things unknown,
To converse eternally with your soul..
To dance with demons in the pursuit of Angels,
To decode our world as a whole
I want the freedom to make mistakes,
Insanity to realise my dreams,
To play with words and colors and voids,
To fill the day with moonbeams.
I want to live; waste away my life;
Not make a living and die,
And while they ask me the whats and hows?
I silently smile wondering why...
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