A thought when repeats itself a few times it transforms into an idea. Even a thought needs transformation, then don’t we?
It’s been a very long time
Since I started wasting time
Wasting time even without any fun
Showing no care, everything undone.
A lazy soul, with dreams stuck in head
Crouched potato lying until late in bed.
No this isn’t really my story
Neither was any part of my history.
This just is a worst case situation
I feared could be a part of me with duration.
So I mapped down my life
Wasn’t easy, could twist the knife.
But it did prove one sign right
Yes my dreams were stuck in sight.
I was working hard without a goal
I was putting in my heart and soul.
Working to live or living to work?
One question, made life seem murk.
It made me realize growth really mattered
Striving hard, no reward meant slavery unuttered.
What was the ray of hope?
Was there an achievement scope?
Sometimes we can’t understand
The framework of life where we stand.
It doesn’t always work according to our plans
Maybe life isn’t at all in our hands.
But one little thing sure is
In our control says, no whizz.
But we all already know
How to shape our life to grow.
To smile at the age of five or eighty-five
We all need that one light to survive.
To certainly feel happy and alive
Is to grow, flourish and thrive.