Why Fate Makes Me Choose Again

Why fate makes me choose again?
why right is wrong this time?
Choosing has become my greatest dilemma 
i don’t know if it’s even worth using my brain

should i worry or shall i not? 
when its not even a part of my concern 
but it is still making my brain rot
choosing is making me burn

Living is life with no disgrace 
is like living life like other race
Its something i refuse to embrace
because i know its not my real face...

dreaming is a far off world
where even realities have become a joke
there is no keeping of words
when even concrete plans have turned into smoke

i am on a path where
one side is river another is hell, 
lets end this world in hell or wait,,...
how did i forget? 

every end is a start of something new
get over the situation is ability of only a few
swim over the river of sadness and reach the island of joy
instead live and enjoy, why destroy?
live this life on island  of joy, why go to hell and destroy?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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