Blues

Flipping through the pages of my life; Felt like walking on a sharp knife, The more I walked, the more I wished for the walk to end; A few things in life you can never mend. Maybe rules are meant to be broken; Not every individual in life is soft spoken, Never ever make promises you can't keep; You never know, who, because of it would weep. Often they, who are broken from within; In later phase of life, develop a tougher skin, And also they, who hide their emptiness inside; Keep smiling, when in life, with them you collide. Problems just keep adding themselves up one by one; Even though you observe close, visible to you will be none, Nothing in life is available to you at ease; For it you are charged, a suitable kind of fees. Not always can you get what you want; Not everything you have, can be something which in front of others you can flaunt, At times, when for a few things you feel the pride; Might be those, by whom you are denied. You did your best to get out of the blues; Must have tried all of your best moves, But still, the end was a mess; Now, the next time you decide to put your effort and energy a little less. Are you shattered from within just like me? To a distant place, do even you want to flee?