The Struggle…

You struggle. Each day, every day. With people around you, near and dear to you.
The struggle is about everyday and everything.
The struggle is about basic little things like having to justify liking a cup of coffee because?
The struggle is to whether or not stay hidden in a cocoon.
The struggle is about letting you be.
The struggle is about liking your loneliness.
The struggle the about breaking free.
The struggle is whether or not to accept the freedom.
The struggle is about understanding what freedom really means.
The struggle is about proving yourself that you are worth it.
The struggle is to prove that you belong.
The struggle is about existing.
The struggle is to prove your existence.
The struggle is about proving to the world that you mean something.
The struggle is about your relevance. Mostly to yourself.
The struggle is real.
The struggle is meaningless.
The struggle is inside you.
The struggle is by you, for you.
Stop the struggle, to breathe and to live.

Cheers to you, cheers to lyf…!

The Past Is Not All…

It’s a feeling of a lifetime when all the memories fall,
Just like the rising sun it just brightens the reminiscence of all.

Bringing the mind to a stance and the soul swinging over some trance,
The present seems aloof, the past is all dance.

Smiles and cries are all that we have got,
Regrets and anger really mean nothing any more, at all.

Hanging in the midst of this the world seems upside down,
Not to hang in too long, remember that’s all gone.

Future is the same delusion it is as fake as a droid,
It exists on the present connections, compliance and a void.

Make the right choicee fill just truth in the drums,
Brush and smile through the bygones, collecting the conscience, make that flying run.