It’s not like it happens everyday
But nature is hard to change.
I have got this feeling of locked up in evenings
I can’t help but to stay.
At times I wish to be a princess
And at times I just want to be another girl.
I have got this habit of changing mind
I just cant stagnate, I will sway.
It’s unlikely to see me cry
But its not always I will smile.
I get to a point of saturation
I still have to wait every day.
Time seems endless,
And my breath is blaze.
I try to move on and keep my pace
But then I can’t complain about the missing face..!!
