I guess I am standing alone
As time passes by
I tried to hold on things
They went passed by…
But they now look different
I don’t know, what future got for me.
I shed the skin of my old self
As I look within my core
I never stopped I walked by
Those doors which waited and
Longed for me, I find them no more…
They are lost in dreams, which made me a star.
The threshold of success
No more inspires me,
As i see the open and the closed door,
I wait for something to grow
As I wait my destiny to unfold,
What she has in store.
Does life is made by us or is already made for us…
If ….I am making it? Am I making it right or wrong???