Duped flit

Let me break free entirely
So that for days to come by
I can see only me
And not any traces of you that perturbs me
Let me be left alone, I want to breathe
Let me dance to the fullest
You had had enough of me
Let me hold on to my own song
Let me feel, for the first time
That I am not wrong!!!
I have not written anything for quite a while, not that I had no time to write, maybe I had nothing to write about. I was so busy dancing with the rhyme thrown, the steps shown, and with all the dances, I could do. I was in a way smugging inside this beast in me, who for no reasons had the knowledge that she had conquered the world under the sun. Damn! She never did! She never knew, she never had what she wanted. It was not about the clinches, that she got past, it was everything about her whole existence. She had not been a complete fiasco, she is not worth it.
                Maybe, or maybe not, I gave up too much. So much so that, there is nothing left to give in, nothing to give out. No more. I have nothing that I can perfectly say, to be under my sole ownership. If things were left to be given, I would have some space to spread myself, conjure my being, my existence, and dance to the rhythm of my own song, and not to someone else’s song. My sins, if they really happened to exist, were in fact not as ephemeral as I had supposed them to be. They have with time shaped who I am. They have made me, what I am today. Not the being I ever looked forward to be, not the skin I chose to live in, not the soul I yearned to carry. And that brightness in my eyes, darn it, it has way past evaded me. It no more is a part of me. I am not crestfallen, not that I have been wrecked. The hobble I have is nothing more than a mere conviction of the caper I chose to give, to the cappella of your voice!
               For so many things I have yet to know, for so many reasons I need to know, I decide to leave back what I assumed I had, and start afresh, with myself. For, however hard I did try, I couldn’t match up to the bop of your choice,
And for us it would just be a chaotic noise!
So, Let me make my choices, for this time and now;
I choose my song,
I choose to dance to my own rhyme.
I choose to walk alone.

             Cause I have known, people who become the reason for your happiness, are not going to be the reason forever and always. They are protean, so they are subject to mutation. And to that, you can do nothing, but stand and stare. The only thing you can do is, choose to dance to their music, or choose your own song. And the rest, destiny decides, the one you choose for yourself, out of your own instincts, and not out of what someone else would choose for you.

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