Jul 11, 2013

Continues to Roll

Wish I could help my life again,
Like the school and college days.

This routine of earning the coin,
Has such little craze!

My room remains tidy.
But to what ultimate use?

The confusion in my mind,
Makes things too difficult to chose.

I've been trying to reach myself.
Thinking of writing a postcard.

My morning and my nights,
Are so damn far apart!

Wild is freedom,
And free should be soul.

But tied in responsibility,
My calendar continues to roll.