SECOND THOUGHTS

There was a time
When I was pure

A time when I was sure

I wanted to achieve

I wanted to learn

I wanted to earn

Not money, a name

Not just success, not just fame

I learnt to earn honour

There was a time

When success had a meaning

I used to work for it

Every end used to meet

Praises rang so sweet to ears,

I used to feel it pull my goals nearer

Days changed to years and the world grew big.

My goals did not change, but my world slowly did.

With years, my age grew,

With age grew my pride,

And every day, I learnt something new,

Of the ways the world survived.

I learned I had responsibilities,

And that every man has his share

So I laid my own world second,

To the world that owned mw,

By then my golden years had flown.

Now I had too many dreams before me,

All had to go well, I couldn’t let the system Ignore me,

Cross roads to choose from, with milestones crossed,

Like faces to choose down from, when coins are tossed,

Ran in my head, all the faith upon me,

Lost hopes and broken dreams that they laid upon me,

I chose all the maps that seemed to be right,

And to set out to succeed with all of my might…

Now the road is too long, and I have lost my map,

But their hopes are still high and mine is snapped

I want to jump off and get back home,

Re – toss the coins and re choose the roads.

This cannot shape my life; this is just a race,

I can’t seem to drive myself at such high pace,

Their ‘success’ is different.