Treasure Island

Vijay Sherigar

(Udupi)

Thats me


It’s the same old road I have been traveling on
It’s the same old world that I have been living in
It’s the same people I have been living with
And it’s the same me

I was cocky & brutal; never bothered about peoples sentiments
Always wanted money and more money
Never wanted to see those tough times again
It was same me running hard to make a difference

I have been running so hard
Didn’t see what I lost
Just to get one thing, lost so many things
It was same me running hard to make a difference

I have been running for things
That has defunct over passing time
I have stood for people who are not worthy of me
It’s the same old me still running hard

Sometimes tried changing the world around me
Sometimes tried to change the people around me
All I could do was to change my self
Changed & ruffled it’s the same old me.

Now I walk, walk one step a time
Standing tall and cherishing every step I take
Honor and pride is all I stand for
For the people who also love me a lot

Every step I take, I hold on to everything that I could get
From people to emotions, from courage to adversities
From success to failures, from sorrows to happiness
It’s the same old me…cocky & brutal and now loving too.

Submitted: Tuesday, February 26, 2008

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