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I don't need advices, I just need you |
Dreams shifted away, Change took the place! A kind of bad one, But I got comfortable with it and it won. Now every time I see someone in the castle of my dreams, I find them too far away from me, just like my dreams. All their word of wisdom then, Stab a little knife in my heart, And it bleeds a little, and kind of aches, But then the fact that it’s the truth, Plugs the hole for its sake. The one on the top, can’t really see what’s going on here, It’s easier for them to say that ‘do it’ but It doesn’t help me here, They think, and the truth is too, that I am lazy, stupid and even careless, But how to tell them, how hard was the process till I can care about it less. I know things too, it’s just difficult to do, I pretend to do things, but it is far from the truth. I don’t like talking to people, about my dreams anymore, I am embarrassed to admit the truth, as it makes me sore. I don’t resent them at all, I have built four walls around me after all. I am okay in my little shelter, I find it comforting, Unlike the outside world where you always have to be competing. Hustling is glorified there, And so, gets the fear. I am no good at fighting tho, I tired earlier, but got injured every time, so now I have peacefully let it go. But how them I would ever reach the castle of my dreams, The four walls around my heart, wouldn’t always contain the screams. It’s like, I guess, there aren’t just two roads, I can create a third one too probably, I just have to be bit bold, I have to create a sort of a middle one, With the calm and peace, I know. I don’t know how much obstacles I would face on this way, But atleast, it’s better than just running away. Time only will tell, if there ever was this third path, I hope I would be able to know it after the aftermath. I will try to reach there, you just don’t worry, I know you might be anxious, for that I am really sorry. I will write another one, if we would ever meet, Then there would actually be a way in mid and we would be holding hands the dear little me. Thank you for reading. |