Yet another day.
Everything seems good, but is it?
There’s a mask of happiness everyone wears,
Beneath is the face, that fears if it would be happy again,
Where is happiness?
It has become a matter of important concern these days.
For a person like me,
I would prefer to leave every thing, every person behind and just go on,
Keep on moving , never stop,
I don’t fear falling, but I fear to stop.
I don’t fear wrong path or getting lost, I fear staying there, right there, where no one cares whether you are alive or not,
I don’t fear not existing for people, I fear not existing for nature.
Fear keeps me wanting to go.
Too much of drama? Nah, this is my fear, To STOP.