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Imma run away some day

To some place very far away.

Just to change it all the way

Hearing what all they had to say.

I've slept too long, that I am bed ridden

I wanted so much of all that was hidden

A potential to gain, but the path was forbidden

Left with a ticket at the bus stop to a different destination.

A destiny that was unknown, on which I scfoffed.

With a sudden hit of reality, for survival I morphed.

When it all happened, no one saw it for what it was.

Everyone was busy battling their own cause.

doI do now? Should I just curl and cry?

Or rather should I mourn the dream that had to die?

Is it really worth wasting time on all that is lost?

Is it really important to pay that cost?

I choose to stand up. Stand up again and Battle.

No begging for mercy now, but some compassion maybe a little.

I choose to write my destiny with these bare hands.

Can't trust others anymore who keep turning their stands.

It all happened to eary, being put on a pedastal.

They knew I'd break soo, and in the shrads of the crystal,

They saw the broken dream, the hope that was shattered.

They knew what to do but no one thought it mattered.

Though now that I have decided to dirt off my shoulders,

I don't care for no paths, let them be full of boulders.

Because it's me who is choosing to run on those roads.

It's me who will decide for my sea, what will be the shores.

And this time I trust myself to not give it all away.......

Imma run away some day.

To a place far far away.

Just to change it all the way.

Hearing what they all had to say.

-Aishwariy

It's All in the head.

Nobody is gonna fight your battles if you don't fight your own.

You must've hit a high. But now when you are down and low,

You let out a cold sigh, thinking how did it all get so slow?

You remember the old times when it all used to be perfect.

All the happiness you enjoyed, and small pains you could neglect.

While murdering the time when it was abundant you missed an under-tone

Nobody is gonna fight your battles if you don't fight your own.

The success had faded a long time back, you were living in an illusion.

It was wilful, not involuntary, the chosen sad state of delusion.

They asked you to stitch it in time and save the other nine.

But you didn't stop your high horse, blindly consoling, It will all be fine.

And now that it all shatters, bringing you in this risky zone,

Nobody is gonna fight your battles if you don't fight your own.

Although the sun disappears by the night it does rise again the next day.

Continuity keeps prevailing in its own constant and subtle way.

Maybe you did get fooled by ignoring the dimension of your time instants?

Just in case it helps, "They're limited.", with very few other constants.

You could've spent them all on the skills and virtues you could hone.

Nobody is gonna fight your battles if you don't fight your own.

You have to seek the clarity, disparity you gotta let go.

For all the things that you gotta do, you have to make it a point to show.

As the rabbit didn't win the race because it stopped before the finish line.

Be the rabbit but don't stop, because that is the only way you can shine.

Challenges are not just yours. They are faced by everyone you've ever known.

Nobody is gonna fight your battles if you don't fight your own.

Does progress make you complacent? A disaster while moving ahead!!

Why don't you just make a deal with your conscience, instead?

Teach your head to not stop at progress, but to keep running until no more it can sweat.

Because its a situation, where you yourself are your biggest threat.

It always was and always will be the mental mettle that has to be shown.

Nobody is gonna fight your battles if you don't fight your own.