The poet in me that speaks about self-discovery....
Is this what YOU wanted to be?
Or is it just for the others to see?
What are YOU living for?
What are YOU aiming for?
Is it just the wealth and fame?
Even without a pinch of shame?
Look at the crying lot,
Isn’t it a bothering spot?
Doesn’t it move YOU?
To serve a dejected few?
Ask yourself and think anew,
Doesn’t it still give YOU a cue?
It tells YOU, “YOU are the one for them,
Go ahead, and be at the helm”.
That’s when YOU arise,
Wake up, and realize.
YOU say, “I am the person, with the key,
Here I come, hey! look at me”.
Is this what YOU wanted to be?
Or is it just for the others to see?
What are YOU living for?
What are YOU aiming for?
Is it just the wealth and fame?
Even without a pinch of shame?
Look at the crying lot,
Isn’t it a bothering spot?
Doesn’t it move YOU?
To serve a dejected few?
Ask yourself and think anew,
Doesn’t it still give YOU a cue?
It tells YOU, “YOU are the one for them,
Go ahead, and be at the helm”.
That’s when YOU arise,
Wake up, and realize.
YOU say, “I am the person, with the key,
Here I come, hey! look at me”.

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