Duped flit
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;
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.
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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