Emotions
sometimes tears trickle down my heart,
like ants climbing a fountain,
minds still puzzle you,
should i live like a leaf
allowing nothing decide,
or should life be my shoes
and me my feet,
then everything decides,
life is just a story,
love is a page,
heart is the victim,
tigers are nothing but spots,
If only hearts were producers,
then tears would smile,
and pain would joy
there love dies,
For emotions are just limitations,
and life is only a city of minds
and mind is nothing but your interpretation.