They say life is a journey, a trip of sins of souls..
Your destiny is different but the flow sometimes takes you to another shore..
Life is not what happens to you from around..
It’s none but you, on an odyssey of blooming inside out..
The valour and the zest..
The fire in you, succumbing the dark to it’s death..
A glittery path with prickles underneath..
Your idea of a perfect life and how it is to be perceived.
Are your ideas unswervable, this is how you want to bring things to light?
Or will the course of your journey flit you to survive a mediocre life.