
Fumbled with each step, I reach the place
That’s when I realize, that it was not my place
But its too late now, I can’t go back and start over
With that I complete my 25 years in race
Like every one even I had dreams
I had unfinished memories, I never regret
I have always walked with pride, people got hurt
Now it’s too late to correct 25 years of mistake
With the gone times, I never realized what was right
Only when I lost, I realized that it was not right
How can you expect, I count on every moves and seconds
Now I know what is to complete 25 years in race.
I never blow candles, I hardly celebrate
Don’t blame me, coz I never feel happy to celebrate growing age
And yes don’t think I am philosopher, sad and stereotypes
Words have only helped me to survive 25 years in race.
good writen....keep it up....:)
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