Dispassion

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.

My own life, ... Nothings coming to an end.

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.