Sometimes you start somewhere and land up in such different and volatile spaces

The intention with which you began morphs into something much more larger than that of which you dream and so,

Work and play and names and days get intertwined

But tie the ribbon on the branch because it’s okay,

To go with the flow,

As long as it doesn’t harm you,

The traps that you resort to are hollow and so,

Fly off the wall and hold down the crude for you are whole,

Amongst such a large home,

You are going to be your own

The one that rises with no loan.

That you are,

All you’re meant to be,

That you are

Your self fulfilling prophecy.


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