Again those familiar feelings, Which once moved me from dreaming to living. Again that familiar impatience, Which everytime made me jump over the fence. Again that familiar jealousy, Which couldn't create fallacy. Again that happiness, Which once....nope not this time for I don't want that same mess.
Johnny Johnny! Yes Papa Eating Sugar? No Papa Telling lies? No Papa Open your mouth Ha ha ha! What's in your mouth like mud? Papa, it's little brother's blood.
Numb now, but wasn't before, Underestimated, but there's much more. Magnanimous, but not weak. Adaptability is what makes me soar, Numb now, but wasn't before.
They were ashamed, they had to hide, Some stayed quiet, some had to fight. All those struggles, which they faced for decades, Have finally fruited, the colours broke the old rusted gates.
We all admire the beauty of clouds but little do we know, once it was lying on ground which when heated, rose as vapour and formed clouds. If we want to be admired, we must be prepared to receive the heat and we have to start from the ground itself.