WHAT IF?



Follow anything still, you would reach the same destination


What if I would be what others ought me to be?
What if I was nothing but a mere another?
Sometimes  I’d sneak into you and secretly want to be you, maybe.
Maybe a heart for a heart.
And a brain for a brain was 
The equation I used to settle the unresolved.
But what if I merely don’t want to settle?
Is it really for me to decide or the one 
who brought me to this broken place.
 They broke me as well.
They are good but not good enough.
So I did seal myself away.
Just be their kind still, I am appeared to be selfish.
In yours as well as my eyes.
Maybe because of the rage, 
grudges I hold was never locked up securely enough

~rosh

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