I wish my life was a book
Which i can read to know my next move
The upcoming future haunts me
Not knowing everything force me
To think about the failure chances
And Fear of not knowing what romance is!
Never a lonely bird,
My folks are my thoughts.
A innate reader with the same people
Still can’t get those foreign tongue citizens
Introspection is leading me towards the end wall
Can’t forget someone whom i Don’t even know
Not knowing others mind is becoming my sickness
Always was an artisan, but now
My hand at the moment is weak in someone’s else fight
A soldier “me” who can’t fight
The Person who can’t die!
Expectations are way too high
As always good things are just in my mind,
And never in my life.
-Ãnna
