Incorrigible Us.

Finding happiness in misery,
And, learning to run, faster.
Run away, from sorrows,
That won't run away from you.
That's what, we do best, right ?

Day in and Day out,
Sometimes dreaming, unawaken,
Sometimes awake, undreamt.
We do that again, and again.
Even if we don't want to.

Thinking about not writing,
another love story again,
But ending up at writing one,
more beautiful, because
That what's our destiny plans.

We are bad at letting go,
But we fear to stay, too.
To hold on, to quench up,
Just another time, another story.
To give love another chance.

We are just making ourselves,
more miserable, than we were yesterday.
Thinking about our past, and future,
We fail to stare free, breathe.

Because, That's what we do best, right ?




Comments

  1. Unknown23 May 2017 at 21:59

    Sometimes letting go is the best option. Holding on to something which doesn't belong to you is like calling for a bus at a railway station.

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    1. Unknown23 May 2017 at 23:04

      Learning to let go !
      That's what life is all about. :')

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