Tis the season of the year
When once again one becomes aware
Of a bare heart someone must constantly bear
A forced introspection of one's plight
Wistful glance of the path where I might
Where a majority of us booked a flight
And where I second-guessed neither by force nor with spite
I guess, we all are destined
To a path, we alone must thread
A unique plan for a unique you
No one else can choose but you
And so with my head held high
I savor the moment
Of owning my choices, with a concealed sigh
And ignore my heart beat in torment
To focus on the road ahead, still far from the finish line
Muttering to myself, "Don't worry. I will just be fine"
yes, we will be fine
ReplyDeleteit's one of those pre-valentine blues huh? its weird though because st. valentine was a roman priest who was stoned and beheaded, so by celebrating his feast wouldn't it be more appropriate for one to take out a gal to witness a brutal murder?
ReplyDeleteHahahahaha! :P I've been watching too much of the Big Bang Theory.
Miss you Matey! :P
@Eyz: Amen to that! =P Mustasa?
ReplyDelete@Jacky: Hahah! Very typical of you to make that comment. =) Miss you too, Matey! =) Looking forward to seeing you this Summer. =)