Open thy eyes to destiny, with whom you may be,
There is always a bit more than what we can see,
Surely, life brings in everything, but sadly this time its just me,
And whether you like it or not, the pleasentries have not even begun.
The feeling that you miss, The me in that feeling it is,
You are not alone, Its me too who feels this,
And somehow this emotion cant be placed, no name given,
For it is more than humans can comprehend.
Even as time shows us its not the fastest or the strongest who wins,
And not the one who is most adaptable to change,
But its the one who has nothing and doesnt want anything,
Far more superior than the one who has everything, but still thinks he
has nothing and wants more.
When life throws you a curve ball, and everything around you swings,
Like a winner who is beaten in his own game thinks,
Life has never ended, Never will, the human mind though has amnesia,
And we all though have lived our life, forget that we were the strongest.
In loving you, In liking you I made myself vulnerable,
I became weak, I became the prey the one to be attacked,
The one to be marked by destiny's only hope of extinction, And asked
nothing more,
You were the price I payed, You made me strong, You completed me, You
have me weak, always and yet never, with me.
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