Living in my dream, its difficult to cheer others.
Living in my thoughts, its difficult to be them.
Let them be your enemy maybe theirs one on your side
Let that one be your self, that one will never betray you.
That one will be yours without any hesitation
That one will be yours without any payment
I don’t wanna lie maybe that’s why I never make them mine
I don’t wanna cry maybe that’s why I never make them smile
Maybe I wasn’t born this way.
Maybe now I can see the sight of my future there.
Maybe my eye glasses were broken that I cant see their dirt
Maybe my mind was hacked that I cant escape
I was blind that I cant see real them before
I was blind that I cant figure out them before
Now Its like I came here from thousand miles.
Now Its like I am guest came just for a little best
Maybe I wasn’t born this way,
Maybe now I can walk by my way.
Lemme open the wings fully grown
Lemme escape from that bully crow
Thoughts are growing like fire its difficult to be in your control
Thoughts are lingering from that shadow, fully left behind
Don’t mess Imma not in state to accept
Don’t stress it ' ll just burn you into ash
Maybe I wasn’t born this way
Maybe now I found real me in my self.
Imma be oil that float top in that dirty water.
Imma be kerosene making my way outta dirt.
Maybe I wasn't born this way……
' THANK YOU '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A sublime start with a nice poem, Ashwini. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.