Like Rapunzel in Tangled, I always wonder when my life will actually begin. Most of the time I find myself , at war with self. But why? Don't I know what I want from my life? Do I really do not know how to make decisions?? Do I fall for everything?? Do I expect always people to lift me up? Brushing off my dust?? Do I?
The story of my life.
While I lived a life, somehow, I seemed, searching for one.
Everyday when I woke up, my mornings opened to me a world where I was lost.
I was broken inside and my dreams were my reality.
Chasing clouds, talking trees, friendly toys, a sad soul,
twinkling stars, hissing coffee machine, books ,
painful memories from my lost past,
the orange Sun which always ended in a dark night
... and my tears which the rain refused to take away,
so warm on the outside but so cold on the inside.
All that I have lived so far is a dream, and I guess I will continue to.
Been through enough,
Want to leave, leave and go far far away
where I don't miss my praying Grandmother and start all over again
But, I watch the time pass quietly.
Every right is wrong, but I shall still try to find when my life begins.
Whatever it is, but pain has taught me the value of laughter.
All sorts of solutions are available to me. Yes.
.... And that concludes the story of my life.
I am a champion. I tell myself with a gleeful delight every morning. I want to go from zero to being a hero, hear that sound from within,"Be the heroine of your life and not the victim!" Someday.
PS : The story also includes, "Over worked, under paid!"
The story of my life.
While I lived a life, somehow, I seemed, searching for one.
Everyday when I woke up, my mornings opened to me a world where I was lost.
I was broken inside and my dreams were my reality.
Chasing clouds, talking trees, friendly toys, a sad soul,
twinkling stars, hissing coffee machine, books ,
painful memories from my lost past,
the orange Sun which always ended in a dark night
... and my tears which the rain refused to take away,
so warm on the outside but so cold on the inside.
All that I have lived so far is a dream, and I guess I will continue to.
Been through enough,
Want to leave, leave and go far far away
where I don't miss my praying Grandmother and start all over again
But, I watch the time pass quietly.
Every right is wrong, but I shall still try to find when my life begins.
Whatever it is, but pain has taught me the value of laughter.
All sorts of solutions are available to me. Yes.
.... And that concludes the story of my life.
I am a champion. I tell myself with a gleeful delight every morning. I want to go from zero to being a hero, hear that sound from within,"Be the heroine of your life and not the victim!" Someday.
PS : The story also includes, "Over worked, under paid!"
