Days like these wont come again
Knows my soul but I won’t budge
Whats the purpose afterall
To steal my peace and live in stress?
To take out time in pursuit of happiness?
My own life, one day at a time
I want to live knowing
Nothings coming to an end.
No guilt, no drive, no will to survive
Chasing to be someone, someone else
I don’t want to fly nor swim nor die
Why can’t I have no goals, none to satisfy?
Not selling myself as the world tells
Tinkering my life for whistles and bells.
My own life, ... Nothings coming to an end.
Why should I get up and take up a task
What task should I be doing anyway?
Where do I go to find my passion
What is the purpose of this Segway?
Being “stagnant”, “ignorant”, lazy as hell
I won’t let them write for me my gospel.
My own life, ... Nothings coming to an end.
For what I am here I may not know
I am alive being me, to be all alone
In this race of life to achieve the goal
Of being true to what I want in my soul
In the process of time, let me get churned
My life my business. No one gets a turn.
My own life, ... Nothings coming to an end.
Defining my happiness, let it be my choice
Not going by the farce and altering my life
What do I get at the end of all this?
Fame money power and what about will?
No free will, no freedom of speech
and No offense are all sweet nothings.
Doing what I want and basking in my peace.
Can’t say it better than words like these.
Just being myself, doing what I will
In my paradise and paying my bills
Relation, religion, fashion and passion
Inspite and above let be compassion
My own life, one day at a time
I want to live knowing
Nothings coming to an end.
