In lieu of commotion, in lieu of creations,
At a stage of doings, just fighting from inside admirations.
I knew, I am not made for this,
But still knocking a while, waiting for the fall of fizz.
‘Why’, this always comes from inside,
Matter of choice or a matter of destiny to abide.
It’s very easy to know, what you want to do,
Cause what you do in the me time, is what you want to do,
I aspire, I crave, for a wishful life,
But I know my limitations, like a sharp less knife,
I feel the numbness, I understand my dumbness,
I strive for pinnacle, but always restricted to less.
I look around and find people always better than me,
I am like a bird whose cage is open but don’t want to see.
I want to fly, to make a life of admirations,
I fail to manage and might die always seeing the other inspirations!