FLY HIGH

Dreams are the pathway of thorns,

That helps you discover the purpose of life,

And finally to your destination ,the bed of roses.

I also dreamt to become someone I want,

And my dreams started to shape up,

Only to be shattered by you before it comes true.

You wanted me to be who you are,

Running like a headless chicken, 

Aimlessly towards the supreme notes.

Now my life is like alcohol,

It burns and melts every moment.

And I'm like a flickering lamp,

That my hope had started dwindling.

Hope my steps don't halt.

See past the shore ,

You would know what I think 

Remove your veil of obstinacy

And look beyond the curtain

Trust yourself like I do, 

Aim to touch the sky like I do

And your dreams and passion 

Would come alive.