The Days

The Days My mind is bluffing all the around the clock Getting the real ones suppressed and block I'm in a flow I'm in a blow But the clouds of doubts are covering it all And coming back to me like fast thrown ball Trying to change and learn But instead just getting burn Shutting and shattering in the corner Displaying that I'm a good performer But if replacing your sadness with happiness And wounds with laughter is not a part of life Then what makes it challenging Perhaps realising this knock on my door everyday banging The path I'm heading towards is like a puzzle Leading unloaded stress and lots of guzzle Heard people saying Life is what it is Although experienced There's no much difference in dying and then living and in living and then dying.